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We spent all of Saturday morning in bed, alternating between making love and sleeping. We ordered in croissants and coffee for brunch. I learned that the building's concierge was at Reece's beck and call. I also learned that having someone at your beck and call is freaking awesome. We didn't talk much, but that was okay. My brain wasn't functioning too well. I was suffering a kind of hangover from the cocktail of hot s*x and emotional overload. Reece made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He worshipped my body with his tongue, his gaze, his body. He made me feel alive.
He was in no hurry to end the day and send me home, but by mid-afternoon, I thought it best to check-in with Becky.
"Hey," I said when she picked up the phone. "You okay?"
"Sure." The smile in her voi
