The room was dark, the soft hum of a distant city filling the silence. I stirred slowly, my body aching with a dull, persistent ache. My head throbbed as my memories began to surface—vivid, haunting, and unmistakable. The bar. The music. The dance. Him. The weight of it all pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless. I opened my eyes, my breath catching as they settled on the man next to me. His golden eyes were closed, his dark hair tousled, his expression soft in sleep. He looked peaceful. Elijah. A jolt of panic ran through me. What had I done? What had we done? I sat up quickly, the blanket slipping from my shoulders. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath uneven. I grabbed the edge of the blanket, clutching it tightly around me as though it could protect me from the memory, from him. My memories of last night were vivid, but it felt like I was watching someone else do all those things. The conversation, the dance, the desperation I felt, the need, the sex, the way
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