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CHARLES FOX. While driving away from Ruby’s home, I could not wipe the smile off my face. The evening had gone even better than I had hoped. Every moment with her felt charged, as if we were dancing on the edge of something beautiful and transformative. The taste of her lips still lingered on mine, and I could hardly believe how perfect the night had been. Pulling into the parking garage at the pack headquarters, I noticed Seth waiting for me. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his face. “So, how did it go?” he asked, his tone teasing yet curious. I stepped out of the car, my heart still racing. “It was amazing, Seth. She was incredible.” “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “What did you two do?” “We had dinner at that new restaurant downtown,”