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When Ethan finally pulled into my driveway, the sky had already started to shift into that soft bluish hue that comes just before night takes over. The porch light was on, casting a warm golden glow over the front steps, and for a moment, neither of us made a move to get out of the car.
The engine ticked quietly beneath us, cooling off in the stillness, and everything felt like it was on pause like the world was just waiting to see who'd break the silence first.
Ethan was tapping his fingers nervously against the steering wheel, a habit he always seemed to fall back on when he was anxious. I caught a glimpse of his profile in the dim light, noticing how his jaw would tighten and relax, like he was struggling to find the right words.
Finally, he took a long, slow breath and spoke.
