CAMILLA
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The bright f*****g sun was the first thing I noticed.
It jabbed at my eyelids like a rude little brat until I groaned and finally blinked awake. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, and for half a second, my brain short-circuited.
Where the hell—?
Then it hit me.
Ethan’s room.
Ethan’s bed.
Me.
In Ethan’s bed.
I sat up way too fast and immediately regretted it as the room tilted for a second. My mouth tasted like stale air. God, I was a mess.
I rubbed at my face, the events from last night crashing into me like a tidal wave.
I had wandered into his room like a lost puppy and drunkenly accepted his offer to sleep over. And he… he let me stay. No creepy comments. No weird touching. No trying to climb into the bed with me. Just... sleep.
Which, considering everything I
