Sitting at my desk, I leaned back, letting out a long sigh. These last three days had been... surprisingly peaceful. No Ciara in sight. That heartbreaker hadn't crossed my path, and I was starting to feel a semblance of normalcy returning. I should have been thrilled, but there was a nagging sense of unease that I couldn't shake.
Why did I feel relieved? Was it because of the alcohol-induced haze from a few nights ago? The memory of almost giving in to Ciara's intoxicating presence made my stomach churn. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn't some lovesick fool.
It had to be the alcohol messing with my head. Ciara had always been trouble, a relentless flirt who never took anything seriously. And here I was, allowing her to invade my thoughts. Maybe I needed a break, a distraction, something to clear my head.
