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Damian.
There are things you can unsee. Bad haircuts. A waiter dropping an entire tray of drinks on himself. Your neighbor sunbathing naked when they really shouldn’t.
Then there are things you can’t unsee.
Lila fell squarely into the second category.
I told myself it was nothing. Just a flash of skin, a glimpse of recklessness, a scene I’d happened to walk in on. She was young, impulsive, and probably knew exactly what she was doing. Girls like her thrived on shock value.
But my brain hadn’t gotten the memo to forget it. Every time I tried to focus on my work, she slid back into my thoughts; perched on her boyfriend’s lap, moving in slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. Those eyes locked on mine like she was trying to brand the image into my skull.
Vivian, of course, had no idea.
