Inside the bathroom, Adeline marched toward the sink, the blanket slipping off her shoulders and pooling onto the floor. She turned on the faucet, cupped her hands under the running water, and splashed it onto her face. The coldness jolted her system awake, clearing away the remnants of sleep.
Lifting her head, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, eyes blank, water dripping down her cheeks. "I kissed—" she paused, shaking her head. "No… I fucking made out with Enzo Laureti."
She bent down to splash her face with more water, as if it could wash away the memory. But it was no use. The moment replayed in her mind.
The way her hands had curled into his hair, and the way his lips claimed hers like he had been waiting forever to do so. And then, her own voice echoed in her mind: "I prefer hotter."
Her stomach sank as she remembered exactly how she sounded when she had said that.
