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CHAPTER 70
~Valerie's POV~
The bathroom door clicked shut behind me, and for a long second, I just stood there.
The air inside was warm and smelled faintly of lavender soap. A towel hung neatly on the rack, and there was a clean sink, a plain mirror, and a soft white light. It was quiet—too quiet. And suddenly, I could hear nothing but my own breathing.
And the thundering of my heart.
That kiss.
I braced my hands on the sink and stared into the mirror. My lips still tingled. My face was flushed. I looked like someone who'd been through a war—and then somehow, in the middle of the battlefield, had her first kiss stolen by the last person she expected.
Dristan fucking Alexander.
Of all people, of all times. And right after everything.
A mix of emotions twisted in my chest—anger, confusion, heat. My thoughts were a mess. Part of me wanted to scream at him again. Another part wanted to kiss him back harder and longer.
Who was I kidding?
