Juliette POV
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, brushing against my face like an unwelcome reminder of reality. My head throbbed, a dull ache pounding in rhythm with my heart. I groaned, turning over in bed. The room was silent, save for the distant hum of the city below.
And then it hit me.
The events of last night came rushing back like a tidal wave, dragging me under.
I bolted upright, clutching the sheet to my chest as the fragmented memories pieced themselves together. The balcony. The alcohol loosening my tongue. The confession I had no intention of making.
“I love you.”
My heart twisted at the thought of those words leaving my lips, unbidden and raw. I could still feel his hands on me, the heat of his body against mine. I remembered the way he’d kissed me, p
