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No—I sprinted. Bolted. Fled like a man possessed.
If speed alone could erase memories, I would’ve rewritten history by the time I reached my room. But no. NO. The universe was cruel. Because the moment I slammed the door shut, my brain decided to replay everything in horrifying, high-definition detail.
The lips. The heat. The tongue.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
My scream rattled the windows. Somewhere outside, my crimson ba ...
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