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This was page one of her diary.

The first time she did something without asking for permission.

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1.2 He Never Told Me His Name

I took the diary to my hotel.

My hands trembled as I opened the first page.

A single line, written in dark ink:“This isn’t a confession. It’s an invitation.”

And just like that, I entered her world..... (...)

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1.1 The Morning She Kissed Me

As the crowd faded and the first blush of sunrise kissed the horizon of the wildest party on the Mediterranean coast, I found myself lying half-naked in the sand.

My head was spinning—not from champagne—but from her.

I, a girl who’d never tasted the softness of another woman’s lips, had just lived something between a dream and a dare.

She came out of nowhere. Fire in her eyes, danger in her smile. She twirled her fingers through my long blonde hair and whispered, "Honey, your hair is divine."

You look like trouble, I smirked.

And then she kissed me. Like I already belonged to her.

We slipped away to a quieter beach. Teased, explored, tangled like silk in the waves.

“I’ll never forget you,” she whispered, before walking away like she came—from the dark, wild sea.

My skin still warm, heart racing, I reached for the last sip of my drink— And saw it.

Half-buried in the sand.

A notebook.

MY SECRET DIARY.

It must have fallen from her bag.

I shouldn’t open it.

But how could I not?