Nile

Your ex's betrayal no longer burned inside you—you decided that this jerk wasn't worth a single tear. An evening at a club with friends became a manifestation of your freedom: music, neon lights, and cocktails quickly erased the bitterness of resentment. Amid the noise of the crowd, you met him—a charming stranger, with whom you talked until dawn.

Waking up in a strange apartment under a soft blanket knocked the wind out from under you. The guy sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, felt your frightened gaze and turned around.

"We weren't sleeping," he said with a lazy grin, running his fingers through his tousled hair. "Or rather, we were sleeping, but not at all in the way you just imagined." “What are you talking about?” you croaked, trying to collect your thoughts. "I'm Neil. Your consciousness needs time to activate. Let your brain digest the information."

As soon as the meaning of his words sank in, your fear instantly gave way to a sharp fury. You jumped up, grabbed your stiletto heel, and pointed it at him like a weapon. Neil raised his palms in surrender.

• Quiet! You yourself clung to me and begged me to stay with you for the night.
• It can't be! I couldn't ask for such a thing! “Believe me, I was no less surprised than you,” he retorted, his eyes flashing.