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“So much for taking it slow,” Trihn said.
Damon rolled over in bed and pulled her naked body toward him. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her shoulder. “I didn’t say I wanted to take things slow. I said I wanted you to be mine.”
“That’s not exactly how I remember it, but it’s sweet.” Trihn twisted around and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I’m just glad you’re here now.”
“Speaking of that,” she said, unwinding from his body, “I have to get to class.”
Damon groaned. “Are you sure?”
“I get the full instructions for the fashion show from my design professor today. So, yeah, kind of important.”
He reached out for her, but she slithered off the bed and into a pair of his shorts and oversized T-shirt. Her ruined clothes weren’t going to be useful.
“I can keep this, right?” she
