I never thought I’d end up in this situation with her. If anything, she was the last person I’d expect to wake up next to. We had this thing—always snapping at each other, trading sarcastic shots like it was a sport. She got under my skin, and I know I got under hers.

The party had been loud, messy, and alive. Strobe lights flashing, bass rattling the floor, drinks flowing like water. I caught her across the room, laughing at something someone said. I couldn’t help myself.

“Didn’t think you were the type to actually enjoy yourself,” I teased as I passed.

She fired back instantly. “Didn’t think you’d stop talking about yourself long enough to notice.”

That’s how it always was—sharp words, sharp eyes. But somewhere between the shots, the music, and the accidental closeness on the dance floor, the tension changed. It wasn’t just snide anymore. It was… dangerous. One kiss turned into two, and suddenly we weren’t fighting. We were in my flat, tearing down walls neither of us had admitted were even there.

I woke up to the sound of rustling. My head pounded, but not enough to stop me from noticing her slipping out of bed, one leg already in her jeans.

“Seriously?” I muttered, my voice rough.

She froze, her back to me. “Go back to sleep, Lando.”

I pushed myself up, sheets falling around my waist. “That’s it? No goodbye, no… nothing?”

She turned, eyes cold, though I could see the hesitation there. “What do you want me to say? That last night meant something? It didn’t. We were drunk, that’s all.”

I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. “Drunk doesn’t explain the way you kissed me like you meant it.”

Her jaw tightened. “Don’t twist this.”

“I’m not twisting anything,” I shot back. “You can’t stand me, right? Fine. But don’t act like you weren’t here because you wanted to be.”

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. She pulled her shirt over her head, refusing to look at me.

“You’ll regret this if you don’t already,” she said flatly.

“Funny,” I replied, voice sharper now. “I think you’re the one who’s terrified you might not.”

For the first time since I’d known her, she didn’t have a comeback. She just stared at me, shoes in hand, caught between leaving and… something else. And in that moment, I realized neither of us knew if last night was the worst mistake we’d ever made—or the kind we’d never stop thinking about.