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~~ZARA~~
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He stared at me for a few seconds. “Zazzz, I don't regret it."
"But Adrian—"
The name wiped the smile completely off Dante's face. "That's who you're thinking about right now? Seriously?"
"Of course I have to think about him," I snapped back. "What else am I supposed to do?"
I stood up quickly and started arranging my dress. My fingers trembled as I frantically looked around for my underwear on the messy bed.
I was painfully aware of how I must have looked. Mascara was streaked down my cheeks from all the crying and from the s*x that shouldn’t have happened.
My cheeks were hot and probably red as hell. My hair was a complete disaster.
I raked my hands through the tangled strands, trying to tame them into something presentable, then smoothed down my wrinkled dress
