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Chapter 5: Regrets
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2025-03-26 13:17:53The door clicked shut. Deverell exhaled slowly, staring at the now-empty hallway where Luna had disappeared.
He had done the right thing. He had. Then why the hell did it feel like a mistake?
He raked a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his skin. Everything about this situation was wrong.
Luna Grimes was not supposed to be in his house, in his clothes, in his damn head.
Yet the memory of last night lingered—the way her lips had felt against his, the heat of her body pressed against his, the unexplainable pull that had gripped him the moment she stepped into that makeup room.
Her scent, unfamiliar, yet it crept in, riding his senses.
A mistake. That’s all it had been. Thats what he wanted to believe.
Deverell turned away from the door, only to stop short when he saw the tray of untouched food sitting on the small table near the bed. The hangover soup he had made for her. The coffee, still steaming.
The toast, slightly burnt because he had been too distracted making sure she was comfortable.
Fuck.
His jaw tightened. Why had he even bothered? He should have let her sleep off the alcohol and kicked her out first thing in the morning.
Instead, he had made her food. Instead, he had stood at her bedside, watching over her like some kind of fool. Instead, he had said things he didn’t mean—sharp words meant to push her away because it was easier that way.
Because Luna Grimes should never come close to him. It was too risky.He needed to remind himself of that.
Deverell tore his gaze from the uneaten meal, cursing under his breath. He had to find someone else.
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Luna’s head was pounding. She barely managed to get into her apartment before she slumped against the door, groaning.
Her body felt like it had been thrown into a blender, her stomach queasy, her throat dry. Hangovers are evil.
She tried to kick off her shoes, but she realized she had walked out of his house without any. Cursing, she stumbled toward the kitchen, barely making three steps before...
“Holy shit.”
Luna flinched at the loud gasp from the couch.
"Oh, hi Ava."
Ava was staring at her, wide-eyes, mouth open in utter disbelief. And then, as if the universe hated her, Ava’s gaze swept over her outfit.
Deverell’s oversized black T-shirt. Deverell’s damn sweatpants.
And Luna definitely looked like someone who had just done a walk of shame.
Ava slowly rose to her feet, crossing her arms. “What. The. Hell.”
Luna groaned, rubbing her temples. “Not now, Ava.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no,” Ava said, stepping closer, eyes gleaming with way too much amusement. “We are absolutely doing this right now.”
Luna tried to brush past her, but Ava grabbed her arm.
Ava’s grin widened. “Tell me why you’re dressed like a man.”
Luna sighed, forcing her expression to stay neutral. “It’s not what you think.”
Ava smirked. “Oh? really? Because what I think is that you got absolutely wrecked last night and ended up in some guy’s bed.”
Luna closed her eyes for a second. God, kill me now. She dragged legs, falling face down on the sofa.
Ava gasped, mock horror dripping from her voice. “Oh my God. Did you go to your ex?”
That snapped Luna back. “No!” she blurted, maybe a little too quickly.
Ava narrowed her eyes. “Then whose place did you end up at?”
Luna hesitated. She needed to lie. Needed to come up with something. Because telling Ava she woke up in Deverell Blackwood’s house wearing his clothes after an alcohol-induced blackout was not an option. So she did the only thing she could.
She shrugged, forcing an exasperated tone. “It was… some guy. I don’t even remember his name.”
Ava’s expression went flat. “Bullshit.”
Luna groaned,“Believe whatever you want, but will you get me some water, please."
Ava stroded towards the fridge, fetching Luna a glass of water. She leaned on the couch, watching her like a hawk, as she chugged down the water.
“You,” she said slowly, “are hiding something.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Ava crossed her arms. “Okay. You don’t want to tell me? Fine. But I swear to God, if I find out you went back to your ex—”
“I didn’t,” Luna snapped, setting the bottle down harder than necessary.
Ava studied her. Too closely. Then she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine.”
Luna relaxed a fraction. Then..
“Also, I’m keeping those sweatpants,” Ava said, grinning. “They look expensive. You clearly got them from someone rich.”
Luna groaned, shoving Ava away. “Go to hell.”
Ava cackled.
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Deverell stared at his phone. His fingers hovered over a contact that didn’t exist.
Because, despite everything, despite the fact that he had done everything in his power to push her away—
He still wanted to call her, to know if she was okay. She had even left her shoes, going barefoot all the way to her house.
His jaw clenched.
No.
He was done thinking about her. He had made a mistake. And Deverell Blackwood did not repeat mistakes.
With a slow, measured breath, he slid his phone aside. Then, without another thought, he grabbed his keys and left.
Because if he stayed, he might do something incredibly fucking stupid.
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The door clicked shut. Deverell exhaled slowly, staring at the now-empty hallway where Luna had disappeared.He had done the right thing. He had. Then why the hell did it feel like a mistake?He raked a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his skin. Everything about this situation was wrong.Luna Grimes was not supposed to be in his house, in his clothes, in his damn head.Yet the memory of last night lingered—the way her lips had felt against his, the heat of her body pressed against his, the unexplainable pull that had gripped him the moment she stepped into that makeup room.Her scent, unfamiliar, yet it crept in, riding his senses.A mistake. That’s all it had been. Thats what he wanted to believe.Deverell turned away from the door, only to stop short when he saw the tray of untouched food sitting on the small table near the bed. The hangover soup he had made for her. The coffee, still steaming.The toast, slightly burnt because he had been too distracted making s
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The first thing she noticed was the sheets, they were soft, unfamiliar, and felt expensive.The second was the room, dark, minimalistic, or hollow of emotions, and nothing like her apartment.A slow, heavy pounding in her head reminded her of the alcohol still thick in her system. She groaned, shifting beneath the sheets, only to realize, "This isn’t my bed."A sharp breath left her lips as her body went rigid, her heart slamming against her ribs.She forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze, taking in the unfamiliar space she was in. The bedroom was spacious but cold, decorated in sleek blacks and deep grays. The air smelled faintly of something woody, expensive, and dangerously intoxicating.And then she looked down, at her own self under the sheets. She was not in her clothes from last night.Instead, she was wearing a loose black T-shirt and drawstring sweatpants, clothes far too large to belong to her.From the looks of them, they were men's clothing.Oh, hell no.Panic c
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She should have left.She should have turned around, walked back through the curtain, and pretended she never saw him standing there, like that, half-dressed, pale, very pale skin illuminated by the dim backstage lighting.But she didn’t.and before she could realize, she moved towards him.Something in her chest was pulling, like a magnet drawn to something it shouldn’t be. Her pulse pounded in her ears, louder than the muffled music from the afterparty, louder than her own common sense.Deverell didn’t move.He just watched her, unreadable, his shirt hanging open, his breath slow and steady like he was waiting.She stopped just inches from him, her head tilting as she studied his face, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the impossible perfection of his features, the mouth that was slightly parted as if he had just exhaled a breath he hadn’t meant to take."So rude, so entitled...", she scrunched her eyes, her cheeks red from the drinks. Deverell tilted his head in amusement.What wa
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