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The Morning After
Jae woke up to the sound of soft humming. His head pounded slightly, a reminder of the tequila shots from last night. The scent of lavender and something sweet—maybe vanilla?—lingered in the air.
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Wait.
He turned his head.
There she was.
The girl from the club.
She stood by the window, wrapped in his oversized hoodie, staring out at the city skyline. Sunlight caught in her dark curls, and for a moment, Jae forgot how to breathe.
Last night was supposed to be simple—music, drinks, and a name he would forget by morning. But now, watching her in the daylight, something felt… different.
She turned, catching him staring. A slow smirk tugged at her lips. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
Jae sat up, rubbing his face. “Uh… hey.”
She walked over, dropping onto the edge of the bed. “You look confused.”
“I guess I just—” He exhaled, trying to piece things together. “Did we…?”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “No. You were too busy telling me about how you want to learn how to cook but always burn eggs.”
Jae groaned, flopping back against the pillows. “Oh my God.”
“You also ranted about how the DJ at the club didn’t mix the beats right,” she added, grinning. “It was kinda cute.”
Jae peeked at her through his fingers. “And you still came home with me?”
She shrugged. “You were interesting.”
He sat up again, studying her. “What’s your name?”
She tilted her head. “You don’t remember?”
His stomach twisted. He wanted to.
“Neveah,” she said finally, watching him closely. “And you’re Jae.”
Something about the way she said his name made his pulse quicken. This wasn’t like the other nights—this wasn’t just a name and a goodbye.
He didn’t know what came next, but for the first time in a long time, he wanted to find out.
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