When Jenna woke up, she found herself cocooned inside a soft duvet, the unfamiliar surroundings slowly coming into focus. Her mind was foggy, still trying to piece together the last thing she remembered. "Why am I in a room?" she mumbled as she struggled to make sense of it all.
With effort, Jenna slowly sat up, her head feeling heavy and her thoughts muddled. "That champagne," she muttered, the words trailing off as fragmented memories began to surface. She recalled how Marcel had told her she was drunk, a statement she had vehemently denied. But then, his face flashed in her mind, and she remembered his demand for a kiss.
"F*ck!" Jenna cursed under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut as the rest of the memory hit her like a wave. She had kissed Marcel, a bold move she hadn't entirely p
