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We get to the airfield in the dark. Marissa is traveling with us, invading my territory, and I resent her presence. She’s wearing Jake’s sunglasses over her pale face, despite the late hour; I’m guessing she has puffy eyes from crying, and even that tiny little detail causes me so much internal trauma. Those glasses are always meant for me, not her.
She looks effortlessly seductive in a clingy
