❈─────≪ °❀° ≫─────❈ Natalie ❈─────≪ °❀° ≫─────❈Sleep eventually found me sometime before dawn, although it hardly deserved to be called sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, the same moment replayed with irritating clarity until it became impossible to tell whether I had dreamt it or remembered it.Leonardo's hand against my cheek.The kiss.His calm explanation afterward.Then those four words that should have settled everything, I saw a camera.By the time sunlight slipped through my curtains, I had convinced myself I was done thinking about it.My phone proved otherwise as I picked it up.Notifications from new applications, entertainment pages and social media accounts suddenly seemed far too interested in my existence.I opened the first headline: MORETTI’S PRIVATE KISS DIVIDES THE INTERNET The next one followed immediately:LOVE OR PERFORMANCE? LE
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