BRANDON POV DREAM “You took advantage of me.” Killian stands in the middle of my old bedroom, shirt half-buttoned, hair a mess from sleep, eyes burning with something that looks a lot like betrayal. Morning light spills through the tall windows of the mansion, cold and unforgiving. He looks wrecked. Beautiful. Ruined. “You fucking touched me while I was drunk,” he spits, voice shaking. “You kissed me. You put your hand on me and kept going even when you should have stopped—” He cuts himself off, face twisting like the memory alone is enough to make him sick. “I was wasted, Brandon. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. And you still… you still made me—” I try to speak, but my throat locks. I am eighteen again—raw, stupid, desperate. I take a step toward him and he recoils like I am the last person he wants near him. “Stay the fuck away from me,” he snarls. “Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t come near me at school. Don’t even look at me. You took advantage of me when I could
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