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Shayna
The next morning, I wake up on Bryce’s lush couch with only a mild throb in my head.
I’m thankful. Given the amount of booze I drank last night, I’m surprised I didn’t throw up. But it was the only thing that kept me from spiraling after Lee confronted me in the hallway and we almost shared a kiss. Talk about my v****a being a traitor.
Women don’t want to kiss a man they hate.
Truth is, I’m more mad at myself than I am at him. Because that’s the kind of behavior I’d expect from the league’s top quarterback. I’m sure he’s used to getting what he wants when he wants it and never being denied. But I’m the one he screwed over and there should be no room for me to feel anything other than repulsion when I look at him.
If only that were the case.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
Br
