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ONE DAY LATER

Boma was back in her apartment on the Island, trying to focus on her literature class with Teni.

The apartment was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner, the scent of fresh coffee drifting from the kitchen.

Teni sat across from her, textbooks spread out between them, but Boma’s mind was miles away.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the memories of the passionate night she had shared with Donovan.

The intensity of their connection, the way his touch had sent shivers down her spine, the whispered promises—it all replayed in her mind like a never-ending loop.

She could still feel the warmth of his body, the roughness of his hands, the tender yet commanding way he had held her.

"Boma, are you even listening?" Teni's voice cut through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present.

Boma blinked, trying to focus on her friend.

"I'm sorry, Teni. What was the question again?"

Teni sighed, a hint of frustration in her eyes, but also a soft understandi