The next morning, I woke up with a headache that felt suspiciously emotional. Like my brain had been up all night arguing with my heart, and they’d both lost.Sunlight streamed through the blinds, landing right on my face like it was personally offended that I dared to still be in bed at ten a.m. I groaned, rolled over, and buried my head under the pillow.It didn’t help. Because as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw his.Ethan.His stupid, brown, infuriatingly steady eyes that somehow managed to look smug and sincere at the same time. I could still hear his voice, too — that smooth, teasing tone when he’d said “Maybe it’s just you I want to bend.”I groaned louder, sitting up like the sheer volume might drown out the memory. It didn’t.“Great,” I muttered to myself. “Now he’s haunting me. Perfect.”So fucking perfect.I should have known better than to have dinner with him. I should have known.Now, I could not stop thinking about him. ***A few minutes later, I tried distracting mys
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