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For a moment, neither of us spoke. Our breaths came out harsh and uneven, fogging in the cooling evening air. It felt like everything around us-the trees, the dirt, the dying sunlight-was holding itself still, waiting to see which one of us would explode first. My heartbeat was still thundering from the shouting, from the adrenaline, from the mess of emotions I couldn't even begin to sort through.
Then Adrien moved.
Without warning, he grabbed my wrist...not painfully, but firm enough that it jolted me and tugged me toward the direction of the trail.
"Get in the car," he muttered, low and breathless. "We're going home."
I yanked my hand back instantly.
"No," I said, backing a step away from him. "Don't do that. Don't just... pull me around like you get to decide what I do."
Something flashed across his face-anger, frustration, maybe something else entirely-but it twisted his features, and he dragged a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy, ragged breath.
