- Aria -
Standing in front of the mirror in my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration as I surveyed the aftermath of my reckless choice. My skin, marked with vivid memories of last night’s escapades, told a story I wasn’t quite ready to narrate out loud.
“Love marks,” I joked to my reflection, half-smirking at the ridiculousness of it all. I leaned closer, running my fingertips over the bruises on my neck with a mix of nostalgia and regret. “Or maybe battle scars? More like a romance novel I never intended to write.”
My mind raced back to Sean—the way his lips felt against mine, hot and demanding, igniting a spark that had lain dormant for far too long. My stomach twisted in knots at the thought; why did I let him sweep me away so easily? The playf
