Chapter 8
Three days.
Three days since I woke up in that cheap hotel. Three days since I moved into the museum's storage room, working eighteen-hour days, surviving on takeout—all to avoid thinking about him.
To stop thinking about that kiss. About his burning lips. About the desperation in his eyes.
"Damn...
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