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The first thing I felt when I woke up was the overwhelming warmth. It wasn't just the heat from the bed, but the warmth of Kirk's body, the heat of his touch that still lingered in the air.

My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was the dark ceiling above me. I blinked, trying to clear the fog in my mind, but the moment my eyes focused, the memories from last night flooded back.

The sound of his breath against my skin. The weight of his body over mine. The intensity of everything we shared.

I could still feel him, his hands, his lips, the way he'd kissed me, touched me like I was something to be owned.

A part of me hated that I had let him in. Another part of me couldn't stop the ache in my chest, the pull I felt toward him even now, despite the aftermath of what we had done.

I blinked again, the memory making my chest tighten. I turned my head to the side, and there he was, Kirk. Naked, lying next to me, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep.

For a moment, I stayed still, watching him, but the realization of where I was hit me like a cold wave.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I wasn't supposed to let myself get this close to him. The mission wasn't over. I wasn't supposed to get tangled in whatever this was. I wasn't supposed to let Kirk take control of me like this.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the cool floor. The white sheets were tangled around my legs, and I stood up quickly, trying to shake off the heavy sensation of the night.

I grabbed a shirt from the floor, his shirt. A big white polo, probably one he had left behind. I pulled it over my head, ignoring the way it swallowed me, its fabric a stark reminder that I was no longer in control of the situation.

I glanced back at Kirk, still sound asleep. He looked so relaxed, so unbothered, while my insides were churning with guilt and confusion.

I should have left right then. I should have walked away and never looked back.

Instead, I pulled on my panties, grabbed my things, and quickly moved toward the door.

I opened it quietly, trying to escape without waking him, but a part of me knew it was too late. I didn't want to face him. Not like this. Not after everything.

I stepped into the hallway, the cool air of the hotel lobby hitting me like a slap to the face. I made my way back, my body still aching from what had happened. I didn't want to think about it.

But I couldn't stop.

I reached my room, slammed the door behind me, and rushed to pack. The clothes I had left scattered across the room, but I didn't care.

I threw everything I could fit into my bag, not even bothering to organize it. I just needed to leave.

I wasn't sure what was pulling me back to Lust Island. Was it the mission? Was it Kirk?

No, it was neither. It was the overwhelming sense that I couldn't stay, that I couldn't allow myself to get any deeper into this mess.

I zipped the bag closed and grabbed my phone. There was a message from my handler, a simple text:

"Meet at the office. Mission complete. New contract."

It was a relief to hear it. The mission was done. But the weight of it all still felt like a mountain on my chest.

I sent back a quick response and grabbed my things, heading out the door. I didn't look back. I didn't want to.

I was leaving Lust Island. For good.