Elena didn’t sleep that night.

She lay on the bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, but every time she closed them, her mind dragged her back to marcus.

The way he had stood so close that she could feel the warmth of him.her fingers slowly lifted to her lips.

She stopped and asked herself why was she doing this?

She pulled her hand away.

She hated herself for remembering,she hated that some part of her still remembered how familiar he felt.

“No.”

The word came out quietly and she sat up.

Her heart was beating too fast, She pushed the blanket aside and walked to the mirror.

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