A Jealous Awakening

Hazel

My eyes widen the moment I hear Dorian speak.

The words echo inside me like a bell struck too hard.

After our one-night stand.

The one-night stand.

He remembers the beginning.

He remembers how we met.

Excitedly, I shoot to my feet, ignoring the ache in my wrist—the same wrist I bruised when I accidentally slammed it against Dorian’s room window earlier.

"Dorian, what did you just say?" I ask