Nico“Shit! Did she see me?”Bianca’s voice was shrill, bordering on hysterical. Her hands trembled as she yanked her dress back up, the zipper catching halfway. “Oh God, Nico, did she see us?”I reached for my shirt where it hung half-off a rusted chair. The fabric was still warm, my skin damp with sweat from where her back had pressed against me moments before. She’s not allowed down here,” Bianca muttered, shoving her heels back on with shaking fingers. “This part of the house is off-limits. What the hell was she doing here?”I smoothed the sleeves down, one button at a time. She stared at me, mascara smudged beneath her eyes, lips swollen from kisses that already meant nothing. She was a mess, hair tangled, chest heaving, breath stinking of wine and desperation. I’d barely touched her and yet she looked ruined.It wasn’t flattering.“Who was she?” I asked.Bianca blinked. “What?”“The girl.” I clarified, fastening the last button. “The one who ran.”She licked her lips, still flu
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