JACOB POVHe woke up alone which didn’t entirely surprise him. He’d adapted to that. What did surprise him was how well he’d clung to the memory of the night before.He was hung over. His head hurt. His mouth was dry. He felt sick and sticky from dried sweat. He couldn’t tell if that was because of their night or if he was sweating out the alcohol.On nights similar to this before, he barely remembered anything. Back in university, when he’d slept with Talia Elle after his breakup with Cassie, he’d only really remembered being unsatisfied and uncomfortable the next morning. But now he remembered every word, every touch, everything like he was clinging to a life raft lost at sea.He lay on his back and looked at the ceiling, replaying it all from beginning to end. Over and over. Then he stopped, sat up ignoring the churning in his stomach, and shouted, “Cassandra!”No one answered. He tossed the covers off of him and disoriented and unbalanced, marched out of the bedroom into the main
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