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Santiago Is More Romantic Than He Thought
“Oh s**t, this can’t be happening.”
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Diesel’s voice. I was completely under the blanket, so I lifted it an inch or so to let light in. Diesel was in bed with me, naked.
“You’re right.” I sat up, yawned, and stretched my arms over my head.
“Right about what?” His gray eyes were bloodshot, and his skin was tinged a light green. I’m sure I didn’t look much better.
“You are a grower,” I laughed, and Diesel hit me with a pillow. “Hey, what’s that for? I just complimented you, plus my damned head hurts.”
“You took advantage of me last night. We were both in shock, and then you…”
“Nothing happened. Trust me, if I’d f****d you, you’d know it.” I shook my head at him and winked. Size queens loved me.
“Are
