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Her whine has me clenching my teeth as my arousal roars to life, sounding exactly like I’ve imagined—her moaning while I’m deep inside her, thrusting hard and relentless. I don’t need this shit right now, not when I’m already so damn weak for her.

“But I want to,” she purrs. “I want to be with you again so badly. I dream about that night and wonder if I just imagined how good you were.” Her words are so soft I have to lean in to hear them. “Turner always hated that you were my first because he couldnever compare.” The thought of her dreaming of me beyond that first time has me leaping away.

“Sleep,” I bite out, fighting against myself. I have to get the fuck out of this room. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

Aurora smiles and nods before turning over. I don’t have any intention of us having a conversation, not while my walls are down and she’s looking so… perfect.

I have to figure out how to get over this before we do something we can never take back. As I pull her sheet up to her shoulders, my phone buzzes. A text from Jax:

“We need to talk about Aurora.”

Chapter eleven

Aurora

You know that momentwhen you wake up and for a split second everything’s perfect? Yeah, that lasts about as long as it takes for my brain to register the marching band playing in my skull. Last night is a blur of tequila shots and bad decisions, but there’s something else... a memory that feels more like a dream. Warm arms, a familiar scent, and... oh God, did I friggin kiss Aiden?

“Ugh,” I groan, rolling over in bed. Everything in me wants nothing more than to close my eyes again and forget I even attempted waking up. Breathing is painful as my stomach attempts to empty itself, and I heave. Even my hair hurts. Speaking of which…

I open my eyes, hissing at the sun and its ever-cheerful presence slatting over my face. Normally, I would be happy to see a bright and sunny day, but after the night Katarina and I had, a night full of liquor and poor choices, I’m wishing for rain. I roll over on my back and stare up at the ceiling. The house is quiet, and I wonder if Jax and Aiden have gone to practice.

Aiden… Immediately, my mind floods with images of us, arms locked around one another in a tight embrace as we kiss. I shiver and try to push out the feelings that arise from that. It’s a fantasy not based on anything in reality…right?

I frown desperately trying to think back on the entire night. Where there should be memories, there are only blank spaces of time. That’s worrisome, considering I’m not even sure how we got back home. I don’t drink often, but last night was all about letting loose, and let loose we did. So loose that I’ve lost track of moments in time.

A knock at my door startles me from my thoughts, but I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize it’s only Katarina. She looks like she’s in a similarly great mood with her disheveled hair and slightly green tinge.

“Morning, sunshine,” I croak out, my voice rough, probably from way too much enthusiastic karaoke. “Please tell me I dreamed the part where I got on stage and belted out ‘We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together’ at the top of my lungs.

“Ugh, not so loud.” Katarina winces… I think my brain is trying to escape. She manages a weak chuckle. “Sorry, babe. Thatdefinitely happened. You even dedicated it to all theTurnersout there—and did a scarf throw at the end.”

I groan, burying my face in my pillow. “Oh…god. I bet I looked like a crazy ex.

“Nah,” Katarina mumbles, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Honestly, it was actually pretty badass. You looked like a woman who’s finally free and knows it. Even if my ears are still ringing.”

Well, the next time I suggest karaoke, just gag me, okay?”

“Deal,” Katarina mumbles, pressing a hand to her forehead. “But only if you promise to do the same for me. My head feels like it’s been hosting death metal concerts all week.”

She hobbles over to my bed, and I scoot over, giving her room to flop down beside me, which she does with a loud grunt.

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” she moans, pressing her face into the pillow. “A truck filled with tequila and bad decisions.”

“Yeah, well, that truck had your name on it, Miss ‘Let’s-Do-One-More-Shot.’”

“Never again,” Katarina mumbles into the pillow. “I swear on all that is holy, never again. Just let me die here.”

I want to laugh, but I also don’t want to do anything to make my head hurt even more. She turns and glances at me with narrowed eyes.

“How are you not in pain right now?”

”Iamin pain. And I think we had the same number of drinks.”

“Are you kidding me?” I ask, my voice coming out in a croak. “My head feels like I ran into a brick wall with no helmet. I’m far from okay. How the hell did we even get in last night?”

“Don’t you remember? Your boyfriend helped us in,” she says, wiggling her brows.

“What? I don’thavea boyfriend, Katarina. “ I counter, trying to understand where the hell she’s even coming from. How did we even get to bed? I ask, hoping that with each passing minute, more of my memories will return.

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