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- RAQUEL -

"Raquel." Someone is shaking my shoulder. "Raquel!"

Being violently shaken brings me from the world of unconsciousness back to life.

"Raquel!" A demanding whisper reaches my ears, but I don't want to open my eyes. "For God's sake, wake up!"

I open one of my eyes, closing the other as I get used to the light. A figure is leaning over me.

"What—"

A hand covers my mouth and I slowly blink, trying to see who is almost on top of me.

Black hair falling across her face . . .

Dani.

"Shhh! I need you to get up very carefully," she whispers.

I give her a what-the-fuck-is-going-on look, even though she looks desperate.

"I'll explain later, but I need you to get up carefully, and be quiet."

"Wait a second. First of all, where the fuck are we?"

Last night . . .

My mind flashes through a series of images that are too embarrassing to recall in full: margaritas, vodka, dancing on top of the club table, Gregory stripping, Ares and I kissing in front of everyone, and Dani and Apolo giving each other be-careful-or-else-I-will-fuck-you-tonight glances.

Oh, Virgin of Abs, I'm going to hell.

Basically, I committed too many sins in one night. And not only that, we had to take a taxi to Marco's house because his was the only house without adult supervision. More alcohol, more stripper shows, more smoldering looks between Apolo and Dani, and even more kisses between me and Ares.

Dani releases my mouth and I sit up. My stomach churns and my head throbs.

"What's wrong?" My throat burns, dry from so much alcohol.

Dani raises her index finger to her lips and gestures to my side. Ares is sleeping next to me, lying on his stomach, his head facing away from us. The sheet is pulled up to a little above his waist. He's shirtless, his tattoos visible, and his messy black hair points everywhere.

God, waking up next to this man is a privilege. I may be spending all the happiness of my life with this guy, but it's worth it.

Dani brings me back to reality, shaking her hand in front of my face.

Carefully, I stand up. The mattress creaks and we both look at the Greek god, but he is in the afterworld. I get a little dizzy, and Dani holds me up, waiting for me to steady myself.

I won't ever drink again.

I know, I said that last time. Alcohol is like an ex you haven't gotten over. You promise not to fall again, never to try it again, but it seduces you, and you end up back where you started.

I look for the shoes I was wearing last night. They're lying in the corner of the room, and a memory comes to mind:

"Spell me, Witch!" Ares shouts as we awkwardly enter the room. He grabs me by the waist to kiss me lightly. I let out a chuckle.

"You are so drunk."

He looks so cute with his red cheeks and narrowed eyes. Ares points his finger at me.

"You aren't the embodiment of sobriety either."

"Wow. . . . Embodiment. How does your intoxicated brain manage to say words like that?" Ares gives me a big smile, touching his forehead.