(Mira’s POV)The camp finally ended on a humid afternoon, buses lined up along the gravel path as students piled in with tired laughter and last-minute goodbyes. I sat by the window the entire ride home, forehead resting against the cool glass, replaying every stolen glance with Gray, every heated almost-moment, every body I had used to try and quiet the ache he left behind. None of it had worked. The hunger was still there, deeper than before.Weeks passed in a blur of school, tutoring sessions filled with careful distance, and the growing pressure of my birthday. The party had been planned for months — a private yacht on the water, all white dress code, the kind of event that made the city’s elite show up just to be seen. By the time the night arrived, the yacht glowed under strings of soft lights, music thumping across the deck, champagne flowing, and trays of expensive food circulating among laughing classmates and family friends.I stood near the railing in a white dress that clu
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