Oh fuck

Valentin lies frozen, the heat from Ari's body seeping through the sheets. He should look away. He knows he should look away. But the morning light catches the curve of her thigh, and the way she shifts in her sleep draws his gaze down despite every alarm bell ringing in his hungover skull.

Her legs part lazily, a slow, unconscious movement, and Valentin’s breath catches in his throat. The sight of her, bare and open, sends a jolt of heat straight through him—a heat that has nothing to do with the tequila still fogging his brain. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry, and feels a stirring that is entirely inappropriate given the situation.

This is wrong. This is so, so wrong. She's his best friend's girlfriend. She's lying in a bed that smells like cheap wine and bad decisions, with scratch marks on his shoulder that prove they crossed a line neither of them can uncross. And yet, here he is, watching her sleep like she's some kind of forbidden art piece, and his body is responding in ways that make him feel like a complete bastard.

He presses his palm against his own thigh, grounding himself, trying to force the blood back out of his dick and into his brain where it belongs. But then she murmurs something soft and unintelligible, her lips curving into a faint smile, and Valentin’s resolve crumbles just a little more. He wonders if she remembers anything. He wonders if she'd slap him if she knew he was staring.

He shifts slightly, the mattress creaking, and Ari stirs again—her hand trailing across the sheets until it brushes his hip. Valentin freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs. Her fingers rest there, light and warm, and she doesn't pull away. She doesn't even wake up. She just settles back into sleep with her hand on him like it belongs there.

The room feels smaller now, the air heavier. Valentin stares at the ceiling, counting his breaths, trying to figure out how the hell he's supposed to escape this situation without making it worse. But the truth is, part of him doesn't want to escape. Part of him wants to see what happens if she wakes up and finds him still there, still watching, still hard.

He swallows again, and whispers, barely audible, "What the fuck did we do?"

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