POV: VINEThe kitchen had felt entirely too quiet after he walked away.I stood there for a long time, my fingers tracing my swollen lips, my heart still doing cartwheels against my ribs.I looked at the counter and noticed the empty glass. He’d come down because he couldn't sleep, and instead of getting a drink, he’d ended up dealing with my pathetic self.I don't know why, but a weird surge of gratitude hit me. I decided to repay the kindness. It was a stupid, impulsive thought, but my brain was still half-fried from that kiss. I grabbed a clean glass, poured some cold milk from the fridge, and started walking down the hallway toward his bedroom.I reached his door, my hand lifting to knock, when the sound of his voice stopped me.The door wasn't fully closed. It was cracked just a tiny bit, enough for his words to bleed out into the dark corridor."I swear to you, Vine means absolutely nothing to me," Ace said.I froze. The glass in my hand felt like it had turned into a block of
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