Abigail’s POV I didn’t mean to snap at him. I definitely didn’t mean to slap him.I don’t go around slapping people. That’s not who I am.But irritation had clawed up my spine the entire morning—Julia’s smug face, the text that ruined my mood at breakfast, the weight of everything I thought I’d buried. Then Christian bumped into me, and the tray fell, and something in me just… snapped.And now here I was, dripping wet and furious, because apparently he had decided I needed to cool off.Literally.The moment the cold water closed over my head, my breath vanished. My hair floated around me like a cloud of fire, amber strands billowing as I sank. For a second I stayed there, stunned by the shock to my system.Then outrage hit.I pushed upward, kicking hard, and burst through the surface with a gasp. Water streamed down my face as I swept my hair back, blinking droplets from my eyes.And there he was.Christian Castillo, hands in his pockets, looking far too smug for a man who should be
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