Miranda's POVFierce kisses and quick hands slid the man’s shirt off his body. I cling to him, refusing to let him go despite his meager attempts to keep me at bay. I pulled, and he pushed, eventually giving in, holding me as a willing captive on the bed.Sunlight from the open window warms my face, waking me up. My eyes flutter open, and my gaze lands on a bare body that lies next to me.I slowly sit up. Unfamiliarity courses through my body as the room comes into view.With the help of the sunlight, I can make out my uniform on the floor next to a pile of dark clothes, which I can only assume is from the sleeping man. There are scattered belongings on the bedside table: a wallet, keys, the hotel key card, and a knocked-over, half-filled water bottle.What happened last night? Did I… I couldn’t have, right?I slide out of bed, my legs weak, so I crumble to the floor. I stare at my legs, the inside of my thighs littered with dark hickeys. My fingers reach out to graze them, but my mus
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