That night, I never opened my eyes.Even then, I knew the man holding me wasn't Aaron.Aaron would never have hands that were so restrained. He would never pause when I frowned, never ask if I was hurting. He only knew how to take and take, to treat my compliance like something he was owed.Kevin was different.He knew I had mistaken him, and he still let the whole thing happen.That made me hate him just as much.The next morning, I woke in bright sunlight.The room was empty, with nothing left but the creased sheets and that lingering scent of cold pine in the air.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and spotted Aaron in the courtyard below at a glance.He leaned against his car, smoking, his expression tight with irritation.I took a quick shower, then changed into Kevin's white shirt. It barely covered my thighs.I didn't bother hiding the bruises along my neck, collarbone, and waist. I left them exposed, stark against my skin.When Aaron pushed the door open, he saw
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