Page 264 of Sweet Nightmare

Emails. Texts. Notifications. News alerts.

I lean against the counter and put down the fresh orange juice Mrs. Han made, and open the first headline.

Olympic Ice Princess Melts For South Korea’s Most Controversial Rapper.

I stare at it.

How dramatic.

The second one is worse.

Khaos Secret Winter Romance Exposed?

Exposed?

Please. If they’re going to try to ruin my mood this early in my morning, they could at least use accurate terminology.

The third article features a censored photograph of Stephen and me in each other’s embrace while being intimate. His tattooed hand rests at the back of my neck, his face is inches away from mine looking completely lost to the high of the moment.

My mouth twitches.

That man can’t take a bad photograph. Not even when he’s deep inside me with his eyes closed and his naked body covered in sweat.

That singular article has over a million comments.

I scroll and come across another article but this one is a video of us having sex against the glass. I don’t hit play.

I know how the clip ends. Hell, I relive every moment of last night whenever I close my eyes. Heat crawls up my neck when I think of his hands touching my body like he was trying to learn every dip and curve. The taste of his mouth and the feel of his length inside of me. How he held me so effortlessly while he thrusted deep inside. It all replays like a movie in my mind.

I cross my legs, trying to control the sudden tingling between my legs.

I don’t regret what happened last night. Not for one second. Not even now, with everyone having seen my naked ass, the frost on the glass having tried and failed to cover us from view.

I keep scrolling social and the comments are exactly as intelligent as I’d expected.

She isn’t Korean. She’s not the right one. Look what she’s done. How trashy.

She’ll never understand him.

Protect Khaos at all costs.

Then, further down:

Artemis is literally every girl’s dream.

Queen behavior.

If Khaos likes her, who are we to argue?

This is so wrong. Their intimacy is nobody’s business. Creeps.

Finally, someone with functioning brain cells.

I keep scrolling.

This feels like the beginning of an epic opposites attract romance.

I bite my lips.