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Selena
I don't sleep.
Not because I can't.
Because I don't want to.
There's something sacred about the hours before dawn in this house - a velvet hush, thick with promise. It clings to my skin, strokes my spine like a warning, like a dare.
Adrian Cavalli kissed me last night.
And left me shaking.
He could've taken me. Right