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Tessa.
I never meant for it to go this far. It started as a dare to myself—a petty, desperate way to feel like I was still in control, that Liam didn’t own every inch of me. After everything we’d done, all the lines we’d crossed, I woke up with his scent on my skin and his voice echoing in my head. I needed to breathe, to remember who I was before him.
So when Aiden—sweet, dimpled, boring Aiden—asked if I wanted to grab ice cream, I said yes.
It wasn’t a date, not really. But I wore a sundress that hugged my curves, let my hair fall in loose waves, even put on the cherry lip gloss that always makes me feel bold. I told myself it didn’t mean anything, that I just wanted to remember what it felt like to be wanted by someone who wasn’t… him.
But even as I sat across from Aiden in the n
