Nathan’s POVPlease Don't breathe a Word About Last Night"No," I whispered. "No, no, no."My hands were shaking. My head was pounding. The room and sheets looked disarrayed. For a few seconds, I went blank. “Fuck,” I whispered. I looked at Miranda. She was sitting up in my bed, the sheet pulled to her chest, her hair a tangled mess. She was watching me with those dark eyes. Waiting for me to say something. This was the first time in a long while I saw this calm, looking clueless and innocent."What did you do?" My voice came out rough. Broken. "What the hell did you do?"Miranda blinked. Her face changed. The lazy smile faded. "What did I do? What are you insinuating?""You took advantage of me." I stood up. The sheet fell away. I didn't care. I grabbed my pants from the floor. I pulled them on. My hands were trembling so hard I could barely grip the fabric. "I was drunk. I was out of my mind. And you let this happen.""I was drunk too, Nathan." Her voice was sharp now. Defensive. "
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