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Chapter Eight: The Aftermath

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His room smells like him, expensive cologne with hints of cedar and something more masculine. I flop onto the massive bed with its charcoal gray sheets, letting out a breathless laugh.

“Woo,” I say, staring up at the ceiling. “That was crazy. You’re a crazy good actor, Vincent.” I prop myself up on my elbows, grinning at him. “Or wait, should I call you Vincent? Maybe Mr. Vincent? Since you’re five years older than me and all.”

He doesn’t respond.

Instead, he walks to a mini fridge built into the wall, pulls out a bottle of scotch, and pours himself a glass. The silence stretches as he takes a long drink, his back to me.

I frown, sliding off the bed. Something is wrong. He’s being weird, distant in a way that makes my stomach twist uncomfortably.

I cross the room and come up behind him. “Vincent,” I say softly. “Did I do something wrong?”

He goes still.

“Was it the kiss?” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “Did I do it wrong? I’m sorry, I—”

He turns around so suddenly I near
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    His room smells like him, expensive cologne with hints of cedar and something more masculine. I flop onto the massive bed with its charcoal gray sheets, letting out a breathless laugh.“Woo,” I say, staring up at the ceiling. “That was crazy. You’re a crazy good actor, Vincent.” I prop myself up on my elbows, grinning at him. “Or wait, should I call you Vincent? Maybe Mr. Vincent? Since you’re five years older than me and all.”He doesn’t respond.Instead, he walks to a mini fridge built into the wall, pulls out a bottle of scotch, and pours himself a glass. The silence stretches as he takes a long drink, his back to me.I frown, sliding off the bed. Something is wrong. He’s being weird, distant in a way that makes my stomach twist uncomfortably.I cross the room and come up behind him. “Vincent,” I say softly. “Did I do something wrong?”He goes still.“Was it the kiss?” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “Did I do it wrong? I’m sorry, I—”He turns around so suddenly I near

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