CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE RULES
ALESSIA
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I barely sleep a wink most of the night. My mind keeps ping-ponging between the heat of what happened between me and Nico, and the knot of anxiety curling in my stomach over Bradley wanting to meet.
Either way, sleep refuses to welcome me.
I don’t understand why I’m suddenly nervous about seeing Bradley. This is the same man I spent three damn years aching to see again. Three years of imagining what I’d say, what I’d do, how it would feel.
And now that the chance is here, I feel the complete opposite?
Make it make sense.
With a frustrated groan, I drag myself out of bed and shuffle across the cold tiles toward the bathroom. I face the mirror, twist the faucet, and splash water on my face, hoping it shocks my nerves into something normal.
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