“– H.L. Mencken I slap Chelsea’s hand away, but she shakes me again. What the fuck? It’s not time to wake up yet. “Quit it, Chels,” I mumble in irritation. A huge hand slides to my stomach, and soft lips place light kisses on my shoulder. Definitely not Chels. I lean into the warmth snuggled against my back then turn over, wanting more. Throwing my arm around him, I burrow closer. I could get used to this. The moment I get comfortable, he taps my shoulder. “What?” I whine, dragging... out the word. Forcing my eyes open, I switch on the lamp on the nightstand. By the time I turn back to him, he’s standing by the bed. “Come back to bed.” He doesn’t move, only glancing at the door. “Why are you leaving?” He gestures toward me. “Me? What did I do?” Making the same gesture, he urges me to look down.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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