(ARIELLE’S POV)The air had grown colder, the chill creeping into my bones. Dwayne wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “Are you cold?” he asked, his voice soft with concern.I wiped my tears, shaking my head.All I could feel was exhaustion. My mind had turned to mush, too drained to form a single coherent thought.Dwayne studied me carefully before running his fingers along the side of my face. I turned away. He didn’t say a word, just shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. Then he handed me a helmet, carefully helping me strap it on.“Thank you,” I whispered as I snuggled closer to him on the motorcycle.I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They came in waves as we rode, the cold wind stinging my face, but it couldn’t stop the flood of emotions. Jared’s words replayed in my head, over and over, like a broken record. The image of him and Sofia, sitting together, haunted me.“Go to the pub,” I said, shivering against Dwayne’s back. “I need a co
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