Ariana’s POV
I barely slept.
Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw him again.
Kian standing too close.
His hand around my neck.
The way his voice had sounded when he whispered against my skin.
Stop reminding me that you’re not mine.
God.
Just thinking about it made my stomach twist all over again.
I turned over for what felt like the hundredth time, shoving my face deeper into the pillow.
This was bad.
Very bad.
Because the problem wasn’t just that Kian almost kissed me.
The problem was that I almost kissed him back.
No.
Not almost.
I would have.
That realization alone made me groan loudly into my pillow.
When sunlight finally spilled through my curtains the next morning, I decided I was staying in bed forever.
No breakfast.
No people.
And definitely no Kian.
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