"What the hell—"
Beside me, Gen is lying there—too close.
His eyes open slowly, still heavy with sleep.
"Morning," he says.
I stare at him.
Disbelief crashes into me so hard my chest tightens.
What is he doing here?
Where is Evan Lee?
I jerk upright, the sheet slipping, my voice tearing out of my throat.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He blinks, confused, then sits up slowly.
Our bare bodies are still hidden under one sheet, and the sight makes my stomach twist.
Last night…
I kissed Evan Lee.
I slept with Evan Lee.
Then why is Gen here?
He looks at me, worry creeping into his eyes.
"Arem… what happened?"
I glare at him, anger shaking my voice as I repeat myself.
"I asked you—what the hell are you doing here?"
He blinks again, almost innocent.
"Why are you asking that? You're the one who said you loved me. You said you wanted to be mine."
My heart drops.
Last night, through drunk, blurred eyes—I saw Evan Lee.
But it was Gen.
