Chapter 19
When he woke up the next morning, Paul's mouth tasted like he'd
swallowed a pound of raw cotton. He was in a bed. Chloe's bed. He
tried to recall how he'd gotten there and couldn't quite put all
the pieces together. It took another moment to realize that he was
still wearing all his clothes, sans shoes. That meant it was
unlikely anything had happened between him and Chloe last night,
which was probably for the best since if something had happened he
would want to remember it. He heard the unmistakable sound of
someone peeing from behind the bathroom door, followed by a flush
and then the shower being turned on. He assumed that was Chloe.
Paul wondered once again just what the hell he was doing here.
Things with Chloe weren't proceeding the way he wanted. At least
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