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(Cami POV)

It's getting cold, my heart is cold, and the heater in Dylan's room is not enough to warm my feelings. Maybe I need more wine.

I looked at Dylan who was next to me leaning on the edge of his bed.

I wonder if how he treats his girl now every time she's with him. He was supposed to be Dylan's first love too bad because he loved me first. I'm still his first love no matter what.

Does it matter? Does it really matter who comes first? We're not the same people as students years ago.

I sighed.

Dylan turns his gaze on to me, his cold eyes meet mine.

"You like Gabe right? " He suddenly asked so I was surprised and frowned.

He sipped wine while staring at me waiting for my answer.

I swallowed. What does he mean?

"Hmp, how did you know?" I asked shyly. Yes or maybe I like Gabe. What does Dylan mean?

"You told me. When you were drunk, you thought I was Gabe, you confessed. You told me you like me when you thought I was Gabe." He said without reaction.

"Seriously?" I almost scre