Unexpected Lines.

When Enough is Enough.

Nobody's POV

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Kaia slowly blinked awake, her head heavy, the faint throb behind her eyes reminding her she’d had more than a few drinks the night before. She shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of Jill’s body pressed against hers. Bare skin tangled with bare skin. For a moment, she froze, taking in the reality of what had happened yesterday.

Groaning softly, she reached for her phone beside the bed. The screen was lit up with dozens of notifications. Missed calls, unread messages—Alexia, Alba, Dan, Steph. Her stomach sank before she even opened them.

Scrolling, the picture became clear: someone had seen her and Jill last night. Taken a photo. The article was already live. Her heart dropped as she read the headline and the snippets that followed. Steph and Dan were angry, their texts biting, worried. Alba’s messages were frantic, worried for her, gentle but insistent. And Alexia… Alexia was in full-on meltdown mode, insulting Jill in nearly every message, questioning why Kaia had lied about being in Germany, forwarding the article, and piling on with a flurry of texts asking how she could be so stupid, so naive.

Kaia’s stomach twisted as she scrolled further, the image accompanying the article making her chest tighten. It was from last night—outside the bar—Jill pinned against the wall, hands all over each other, mouths joined in a kiss. Tongues, heat, everything. The memory burned hot in her mind.

“Shit…” Jill murmured, stirring beside her.

Kaia’s eyes didn’t leave the screen. Jill squinted over at her phone, realizing the full extent of the chaos. “Oh… shit,” she muttered again, quieter this time, almost guilty.

Kaia swallowed hard. Her head ached, her stomach churned, and her chest felt tight with a mix of embarrassment, desire, and guilt. She looked at Jill—sleep-tousled, bare, impossibly close—and then back at the phone. Neither spoke. Both stared, trapped between the heat of last night and the cold reality of the morning after.

Kaia blinked at her phone, stomach twisting as she scrolled through Alba’s messages. She hesitated, unsure where to start, unsure what to say after seeing Alexia’s barrage. Finally, she typed slowly, each word deliberate.

“Hey… yeah, I’m okay. Sort of. Maybe I could come to Spain soon?”

Almost instantly, Alba’s reply pinged back:

“Kai, please. Come. We can talk. All of it. I just want my sister back.”

Kaia’s chest tightened. She didn’t know what to say next. She was still hungover, still tangled in the sheets with the memory of last night burning hot and shameful behind her. She felt Jill stir beside her, murmuring softly, “You probably should… go see them. I don’t want there to be any strain on us already.”

Her head snapped slightly toward Jill, who leaned in, kissing her shoulder, tracing her jaw with soft, warm lips. Kaia’s body reacted before her brain could, heat and familiarity stirring as Jill tried to soothe her. But inside, Kaia felt torn. She nodded slowly, messaging Alba again:

“I’ll come. Soon. I’ll let you know when.”

Jill helped her pack, quiet and clingy as ever, pressing little kisses to Kaias neck, brushing her hands over hers as they folded clothes into her bag. Once everything was ready, they shared a long hug, Jill holding her close, lips brushing against her temple, whispering, “I love you, Kai. Always.”

Kaia felt herself melt into it for a moment, then pulled back slightly, chastising herself. She had let Jill touch her again after last night. Drunk. Stupid. She wanted to smack herself silly. Yet, the truth simmered deep inside her: she would always love Jill. But was it love? Or was it the heat, the lust, the pull of the blue eyes that lingered in the back of her mind every day, no matter how close Jill pressed to her?