Page 110 of Heal Me

Yara texts the address, I run to the apartment to change into a top and jeans, call a taxi and get where I need to go.

Maybe it's time for me to stop being surprised that the parties here start early, even though I feel like they never end.

I don't know where they keep finding students who have a free house and a lot of money to throw parties like this.

But I admit, this is exactly what I need right now.

"You came." Yara runs up and we hug.

"Will you bring me something to drink?" I say immediately.

"You still ask," she smiles, "we’re sitting over there." She points to the centre of the house. "Go to them, I will come right now."

By the way, we discussed everything with Lily. I didn't forgive her, but I said I would think about it.

"I'm sorry," she touched my hand, "if I had known that there was something between you, I would never have kissed him." But she knew.

"There was nothing between us."

"Actually, it was. We all thought that you were just friends, but as it turned out, there was something more behind it."

"We have never admitted this to each other."

"I think it's time to confess," she hugged me, "I didn't want to hurt you, I will regret it all my life."

I look around the house and then do as I'm told, greeting familiar faces along the way, aware that there's a face I definitely don't want to see right now.

"Ami," shouts Lily and I sit down next to her.

"And here I am." Yara brings me an Aperol Spritz and I look at her with surprise.

I hope there is only Prosecco, she could have just brought me water from the tap.

"Sorry, I didn't think you wanted something more alcoholic."

"No problem, I'll be back now," I inform and go to the kitchen.

I need something stronger, something that shuts down my brain right away.

I reach for the whiskey bottle and glance for the Coke.

"I like your new hairstyle." Someone's strong arms hug me from behind.

I know exactly who these hugs belong to.

"I thought you didn't notice." I turn my face to Danylo and push his hands away from me.

"I notice every little thing about you, love." He runs his hand through my hair.

"I thought you didn't like blondes."

"There is only one blonde in the world who I like." He whispers quietly in my ear, while his hand slides down my jeans.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I knew I would find you here. Maybe this is the only opportunity to talk to you."

"Yeah, sure."

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