The last thing I expected to see on my projector was my sex tape. One second, my photos of the old harbor flicked across the screen, the next, there I was, naked, straddling Kole, the sound of my own breath filling the speakers. My fingers slammed every button on the remote, my thumb slipping over the plastic as the screen refused to change.The crowd went quiet. Chairs creaked as people shifted. Somewhere near the back, someone laughed under their breath. My stomach knotted so hard I thought I’d throw up.“This isn’t...I don’t...” My voice cracked.The gallery owner, Mrs. Halden, stood frozen by the wall, one hand gripping her clipboard so tight her knuckles went white. A man in a suit, one of the judges, leaned forward in his seat, his eyebrows drawing together.And the worst part wasn’t the room. It was the camera in the corner of the gallery, the red light blinking. The event was being streamed live to the festival’s website.I turned toward the tech booth. “Turn it off!”The y
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