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Jane sunk in her seat, strained by his hostile gaze. "What?" narrowing her brows slightly. "What's, what like?"Ed's quiet demeanor felt like no other. Like he was judging her response, usually at this point, he would start complaining and telling his point of view, which he believed was right.
But tonight felt different. The gloomy light smeared his tan skin, darkening his pupils in his rearview mirror.
His head lifts, blending his gaze with the shadow beneath his lash, and his brow narrows. It is almost like tonight shredded a side no one, including Jane, has seen.
Addled by a distant blare of his palm stroking ruggedly across the leather wheel in a slim, firm grip aggravated her skin, forcing goosebumps to crawl down her spine.
He has no reason to be upset. She's not the only person who was a virgin, Jane thought.
"So a virgin, virgin. Huh?" His at-ease posture scoots against the backrest, arching his hind for a quick stretch. Sitting in this vehicle longer than needed to begin to numb his body. As cramped up as his seat was, there was no space to change his posture.
"What the fuck is your boyfriend brainwashing you with?" voicing his remark out loud. "Dumb religious pussy."
Jane never felt this uncomfortable being alone with someone like Ed. It was not like being alone in general made her nervous. It was his atmosphere that shook her nerves the wrong way.
The comment felt like a way of telling Jane she was dumb for not understanding his question. Ed knew the obvious answer and was given one he hadn't expected.
She wasn't sure if he was tempted to show what he meant or refraining his behavior from bursting, knowing how fragile she can be when being yelled at.
Then, so did Paris to sit in front. "Poor Eric." She playfully pouts.
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