Chapter 9 : The Competition

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*Ava* My bed shifts, and suddenly I don't feel as warm. I scootch over to Liam's side, only to find him gone. I sit up quickly and see him dressing. Feeling self-conscious, and wondering if a day and night of rocking good s*x has finally gotten me out of his system, I pulled the covers up over my chest, pinning them under my arms. Liam turns around and gives me a goofy grin, and I smile back, feeling relieved. I have nothing to worry about. He is still just as into me as I am him. “Sorry, darling. I don't mean to wake you." “You left me all cold," I reply with a dramatic pout. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Liam cups my jaw and pulls me in for a kiss. “I know, sweetheart, but I was hoping you wouldn't wake up. You looked so angelic in your sleep." “Not much of an angel when I'm

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