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Morning After

Penulis: Jenne Lopes
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Sunlight stabbed through my eyelids like hot needles, dragging me unwillingly toward consciousness. My head pounded with the distinctive throb of wine regret, and my mouth tasted like something had crawled in and died. Groaning, I rolled away from the light, burying my face in a pillow that smelled unfamiliar—clean, expensive, and definitely not mine.

My eyes snapped open.

This wasn't my apartment. This wasn't my bed. And this sure as hell wasn't my life.

The events of last night came flooding back in humiliating fragments: the dinner, the wine, my loose tongue spilling secrets, Alex driving me to his house instead of mine, me saying—oh God, what had I said to him? Something about him being just like Daniel? And then...nothing. The rest was a blank.

I sat up too quickly, making the room spin. The emerald dress was twisted uncomfortably around my body, the silk now hopelessly wrinkled. My hair felt like a rat's nest, and my makeup had likely migrated south to give me attractive raccoon
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