**Xavier**
“Were you really drugged?” she asked, adjusting herself against the sofa.
Her scent was everywhere. On me.
In my lungs.
That question.
I looked down at our joined hands and gave a small squeeze. “Yeah... I was,” I murmured, “But I don’t regret anything that happened last night.”
Not a damn thing.
She went still for a second, then I saw her swallow. “So you remembered…” she whispered.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I murmured again, my fingers brushing through her hair. “Every damn thing… your hair, your voice, the way you moaned my name like I was all that mattered.”
She scoffed, pulling her hand back a little.
“So what now?” she asked, voice sharp. “Tomorrow, you just... go back to how things were? Like none of this ever happened?”
That stung.
I sat up straighter, looking her in
