I didn’t know how much I drank or how I even made it back home. The last thing I remember was seeing Aarav. Did he bring me back? Or did I somehow drive myself?
A dull ache pounded at my temples as I stirred, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. But there was something else—a warmth.
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