One Shot: “Say It Again”

🌙 One Shot: “Say It Again”

The car was quieter tonight.

Not empty.

Not awkward.

Just… different.

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Something had changed.

Between you.

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You sat beside him, hands folded tightly in your lap, eyes fixed on the passing lights outside.

Avoiding him.

Deliberately.

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He noticed.

Of course he did.

He noticed everything about you.

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A slow smirk curved his lips as he drove, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel.

“You’ve been very quiet,” he said casually.

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“I’m just tired,” you replied quickly.

Too quickly.

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His smirk deepened.

“Hmm.”

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Silence again.

But this time—

It wasn’t comfortable.

It was heavy.

Filled with everything neither of you was saying.

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“You weren’t this quiet earlier,” he added, voice softer now.

Your fingers tightened slightly.

“Earlier was different.”

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He let out a low chuckle.

Dark. Knowing.

“Was it?”

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Your cheeks warmed instantly.

And that—

That was exactly what he was waiting for.

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The car slowed slightly.

Not stopping.

Just enough.

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His hand moved.

Not suddenly.

Never suddenly.

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It reached over—

And rested over yours.

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You froze.

Your breath catching.

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“Still nervous?” he murmured.

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You swallowed.

“No.”

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He tilted his head slightly, glancing at you.

That look—

Sharp. Amused. Possessive.

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“Liar.”

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Your heart stumbled.

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His fingers shifted, slowly intertwining with yours.

Not forceful.

But deliberate.

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“You couldn’t even look at me when you got in the car,” he continued, voice low.

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“I can look at you,” you muttered, finally turning your face slightly.

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He caught it immediately.

That tiny movement.

That hesitation.

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“Then do it.”

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Your breath hitched.

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“You’re very confident,” you said instead, trying to deflect.

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“I have a reason to be.”

That smirk again.

Dangerous now.

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Your pulse raced.

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“You’ve been avoiding me since we left,” he went on.

His thumb brushed slowly against your knuckles.

“And I’m trying to understand why.”

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“I’m not avoiding you,” you insisted softly.

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“No?”

He leaned slightly closer.

Not enough to trap you.

Just enough to make you aware.

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“Then why won’t you say it again?”

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Your heart stopped.

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“Say what?” you whispered, even though you knew.

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His grip tightened just slightly.

Not enough to hurt.

Enough to hold your attention.

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“What you said before you left.”

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Heat rushed to your face.

“I didn’t—”

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“You did.”

His voice dropped.

Lower.

More intense.

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“You just didn’t expect me to remember.”

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You looked down.

Unable to meet his eyes now.

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“That was different,” you murmured.

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A soft exhale left him.

Not frustrated.

Amused.

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“Everything about you becomes ‘different’ when I ask you to repeat it.”

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His fingers slipped from yours—

Only to tilt your chin upward.

Gently.

Firmly.

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“Look at me.”

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You hesitated.

Then did.

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And instantly regretted it.

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Because he was already watching you like that.

Like you were something he had already claimed—

Just waiting for you to realize it.

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“Say it,” he murmured.

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Your lips parted.

But no words came out.

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His thumb brushed your lower lip lightly.

Not crossing the line.

Just enough to make your breath uneven.

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“You weren’t this shy when you said it before,” he said quietly.

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Your voice came out barely audible.

“You’re making it difficult.”

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A soft, dark chuckle left him.

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“I’m not making it difficult.”

He leaned closer.

Stopping just short of you.

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“I’m making you honest.”

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Your heart was racing now.

Loud enough you were sure he could hear it.

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“Say it,” he whispered again.

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This time—

You didn’t look away.

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“I… missed you.”

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Silence.

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And then—

That smirk disappeared.

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Something deeper replaced it.

Something far more dangerous.

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His hand slid from your chin slowly.

Like he was restraining himself.

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“I know,” he said quietly.

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Your breath hitched.

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“I just wanted to hear you admit it again.”

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And as he leaned back—

Calm.

Controlled.

Like he hadn’t just unraveled you—

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His fingers brushed yours once more.

Possessive.

Certain.

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“Next time,” he added softly,

“don’t make me ask twice.”

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