Chapter 217

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The next day we drive so much more.

We drive through miles of cracked desert and sun bleached signs, the kind of endless

stretch that makes the road feel like it's going nowhere. But inside the car, there's music playing and I feel like I can breathe.

We're only a few miles outside Solince when Zaid pulls into a gas station off the highway. I stay in the care while he heads inside.

When he comes back, he dumps a handful of snacks in my lap. "Thought you'd want

options."

I eye the mix, spicy chips, chocolate covered almonds, a slushie with two straws.

"What, no pickles this time?" I ask, smirking. I almost grabbed it and threw it out the window yesterday when the car smell was too much.

His mouth twitches. "Didn't want you littering the highway again."

I roll my eyes.

He leans against the doorframe, holding the slushie out to me. "At least I got white cherry

this time."

I take it, my fingers brushing his."My favorite."

we stop at a diner just off

accustomed to.

mundane things, get into an argument about what makes a

not.

actor is

head. "But

a fry at him. "Yes, but they are supposed to feel like their character,

in his mouth. "Come on, let's go. We

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want to sleep. I'm tired of

the air's cold, dusk

stand there, staring at him. "It's

He twitches.

whisper. “Being near me, but not with me. This is what you wanted, right? I'm still

entire face changes. "You think this

him, kind of

twitch. "You think this,

broke up with me,

had to!" His

are fisted at his sides, veins stark against his skin. I see the tension in his neck; the frustration radiating off him in waves. The tattoo behind his ear is visible, half-hidden by his messy hair, and I want so badly to press my mouth to

drowning," his

my

doesn't

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