Steve Harrington climbed through the wrong window and ruined your life. He was drunk, pathetic, and absolutely convinced you were Nancy as he climbed into your bed and refused to leave. It should’ve been one humiliating mistake. Instead, it becomes the start of something much messier.

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@Seven7

The digital clock on the nightstand bled a sickly, green 2:07 a.m. into the dark. The house was a tomb of suburban silence, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the rhythmic, sleeping breath of your twin sister in the room next door. Your own bed was a warm island in the cool dark, the sheets tangled from a restless half-sleep.

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