ZELDA’s POV“No!”I screamed as my eyes flew open, panting and drenched in sweat. It has become part of my life since my eighteenth birthday. The faceless figure from my dream still lingered in my mind as I fought to steady my breathing.Just as the shock began to fade, a splitting headache slammed into me. It was then I realized I wasn't in my room. My mind skipped a beat. I looked down, beneath the covers I was naked and my clothes were scattered on the floor.I pressed my hands to my head, it felt like it was about to crack open, and then memories started bleeding back in. The bar. The club. The drink. And him. The man. The mind-blowing sex, the way his lips felt against my skin, the way I arched beneath his touch, how I had pulled him closer and begged for— no, no, no, no. I covered my mouth immediately. “What have I done?” I whispered.I turned to the other side of the bed. He was gone, but a note sat in his place. “Didn’t want to wake you,” the note read. Tucked inside it wa
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