TAYLOR
My eyes fluttered open to the relentless throbbing in my head, like a drumbeat pounding away at my temples. As I tried to make sense of my surroundings, I realized that I was enveloped in a disorienting haze. The memories of the previous night were foggy and fragmented, and I struggled to piece them together.
A wave of nausea washed over me, and I instinctively reached for my throbbing head, trying to soothe the pain. What on earth had happened? My mind felt like a jigsaw puzzle missing crucial pieces.
Then, like a fog slowly lifting, the memories began to resurface. Images of the scandalous party, the champagne, and the daring dance moves swirled into focus. And amidst it all, the passionate kiss that Vladimir and I had shared on the dancefloor was a moment of reckless abandon t
