ROSALIE's POV
As I woke up to the sun’s rays streaming through the windows, lighting up every corner of the room, I squinted, my head pounding with a dull ache. The previous night had been a blur of impulsive, unfiltered moments. Little flashes of my words, my actions, began surfacing in my mind, each one more embarrassing than the last.
I buried my face in my hands, mortified. At one point, I was telling Marco how I wouldn’t be a burden to him, how kissing him meant nothing. The next, I was brazenly trying to seduce him. I groaned and kicked my legs against the mattress, as if that would somehow erase the memories.
“I’m so screwed. There’s no coming back from this,” I muttered into my pillow, the weight of my own recklessness sinking in. I must have lost my mind last night. The urge to
