Every Version of You

Hazel

It takes me an hour and thirty minutes to walk to Dorian's VIP room, not because it's far, but because I'm standing still close to the door.

I pray he’s asleep. My chest tightens at the thought of facing him awake—I still don’t know how to answer the questions I know he’s going to ask.

He remembers the one-night stand. That changes everything. But… did he love that version of me, or some oth