The sun filtered through the curtains, scattering dappled light across the bed as morning broke.
Mandy’s head felt like it was about to explode—a pounding, merciless ache. Worse still, her entire body throbbed as though it had been taken apart and put back together, every muscle sore, but especially down below—enough to make her suck in a sharp breath.
With great effort, she forced her heavy eyelids open.
The first thing she saw was Liam’s face—a striking, almost impossibly handsome sight that made it hard to look away.
For a moment, Mandy froze, her mind thick with confusion, as if her thoughts had been dipped in glue.
What the hell happened?
Why was Liam in her bed?
Wait—no. This wasn’t even her bed.
For a wild second, Mandy wondered if she was dreaming. Maybe her crush on Liam had gone so far that she was actually making up this kind of dream.
But reality crashed in fast—the pain in her head and body was all too real. If this was a dream, it was the most excruciating one ever.
Her gaze drifted downward, and her eyes went wide. Both she and Liam were half-naked under the covers.
And that wasn’t all. Faint bruises and bite marks ran along Liam’s neck and chest—undeniable evidence of what had happened between them.
Mandy’s heart skipped a beat, panic flaring in her eyes.
No, no, no—this couldn’t be real. Absolutely not.
She swallowed, her throat dry, and gingerly lifted the edge of the comforter to peek underneath.
The instant she saw Liam’s familiar… anatomy, her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet.
Had she and Liam actually…?
Her gaze darted back to his sleeping face. Liam was still out cold, even more devastatingly good-looking in the soft morning light. But appreciation was the furthest thing from Mandy’s mind. All she wanted was to get out—fast.
She eased herself out of bed, moving as quietly as she could so as not to wake him, then slipped to the floor.
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