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Michael
I woke up before sunrise, hoping to get to the office before Dad and Mr. Simpson. Spencer’s head was on my chest, and I hated the thought of waking him up. I inhaled deeply, loving the smell of him. Hell, everything about him, his skin, the thick blond hair, his naturally toned physique, the entire package was everything I’d ever wanted. More importantly, was the bond between us, the shared memories, and his unique ability to make me feel things no one else on the planet could.
His green eyes fluttered open for a second as I gently pulled myself out from under him, then he turned over and allowed me to rise from the bed. I tiptoed to my closet, turned on the light and sat at the dressing table in the middle of the room.
“Don’t let them beat you down.” I whispered to myself i
