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Mara's Pov.

I slowly opened my eyes, the room coming into focus, my head bangs from a hung over.

I sit up quickly, my hand instinctively holding my head slightly.

"How did I get home?" I mumbled, asking no one in particular.

I blinked, trying to remember as I glanced around for clues.

My eyes rolled over. "Of course Dylan must've brought me back home," I sneered at myself.

The last thing I remember was seeing that flirty message on Dylan's phone and then I asked the bartender for the strongest drink because the message somewhat triggered me.

"And–," I groaned inwardly. "I remember Dylan's worried face pleading to take me home," my heart started beating faster as I was about remembering what happened completely.

Shit! I cursed under my breath as realization hits me.

"Holy fuck! I must have sounded so stupid last night," I lamented, my tone weary. "What was I thinking, begging Dylan to fuck me?"

You're slutty asf, Mara! I breathed inwardly, ruffling my hair slightly.

One minute, I wa