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2024-12-05 10:31:52Isabella -
I hated how much those words unsettled me—and how much they thrilled me, too.
I took a step back, needing to reclaim some of my space and my sanity. My hands clenched at my sides as I glared up at him. “It was a mistake. One night of… whatever that was, and it meant nothing. I need you to forget about it.”
His expression didn’t waver. If anything, his smirk deepened, like he was enjoying this ridiculous confrontation far too much.
“Forget about it?” he repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes,” I snapped, my voice firm even as my heart raced. “It was stupid, reckless, and completely out of character for me. Besides, I hated you for years, remember? How could I even think of sleep
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