My First New Year’s Eve Awakening: Breaking Free Under the Mistletoe
The dining room glowed under festive lights. Laughter and moans spilled out as I hesitated at the door. Heart slamming against my ribs. Palms slick with sweat. I’d stormed out with Félix, repulsed yet secretly throbbing. Now back alone. No turning back. The air thick with champagne and sex. Pushed inside. They stared—Gisèle smiling, Armand’s…