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Ava My phone was vibrating so hard it was practically dancing across the nightstand. I groaned, blinking against a headache that felt like a tiny construction crew was drilling into my skull. I reached out, grabbed the phone, and squinted at the glowing screen. 43 missed calls. Thirty-two from Brad. Eleven from my older brother, Chase. Oh, sweet mother of God. My eyes snapped wide open. This wasn't my bedroom. The ceiling was too high, the sheets were a dark slate gray instead of my usual soft pink, and the air smelled faintly of expensive cologne. I froze, the memories of last night crashing into my brain like a freight train. The fight with Brad. The absolute rage that had consumed me. The college party I had snuck into. And then... the guy with the hazel eyes and the smirk that made my clothes feel too tight. I lifted the heavy duvet and peeked underneath... I was completely naked. Naked! I lost my virginity last night... to a stranger. Panic, sharp and icy, pierced through my hangover. I'd saved myself for years, thinking I would marry Brad, and I'd just thrown it away because of one stupid argument? "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I whispered, scrambling out of bed. My legs were a little shaky, but my internal alarm bells were screaming. I spotted my clothes scattered across the floor, grabbed my underwear, jeans, and my jacket, and pulled them on in a record-breaking ten seconds. I grabbed my keys, slipped my boots into my hands so I wouldn't make a sound, and began to tiptoe toward the door. I just needed to get to my car. If I got to my car, last night never happened. It was a glitch in the matrix. A temporary lapse in sanity. I reached for the doorknob, my fingers just millimeters away from freedom... "Never would I have guessed that you were a hit-and-run kinda girl." A deep, gravelly masculine voice vibrated through the quiet room. It was raspy from sleep, dripping with a lazy, amused arrogance that made my blood boil. I shut my eyes tight, absolutely refusing
