VivianWhen I opened my eyes again, I was in my own bed. My head pounded, my throat felt like sandpaper, and my body was heavy with exhaustion. Somehow, I had made it home.I dragged myself into the kitchen, fumbling for a glass of water. The cool stream filled it halfway before I lifted it to my lips. Relief brushed over me for a moment—until the memories started to bleed back.The club. The man. Vincent’s hand steadying me. The cold night air.And then the kiss. My kiss.It slammed into me like a spotlight snapping on in a dark room. My lips pressed against his, the taste of alcohol, the heat of desperation. His stillness. My recklessness.The glass slipped from my hands and crashed against the tiles, shattering into bright, merciless pieces. Water spread across the floor like spilled secrets.I stared down at it, my chest tightening, horror sinking deeper with every breath.I kissed Vincent.Heat climbed my neck as if shame itself had taken root beneath my skin. He must have carrie
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