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HALEY
The scent of coffee filled my lungs, and I breathed deeply, starting to stretch.
“Ow.” I grimaced at the sting between my thighs, the day and night before flooding my head with delicious memories.
So. f*****g. Worth it.
A wide grin replaced the pinched expression on my lips, and I relished in the sweet ache.
A low murmur of voices made me c***k my eyelids open, and I realized I was the only one in my bed. One more languid stretch and I rolled off the mattress.
Wyatt’s T-shirt lay on the floor, and I snatched it up, filling my lungs with his scent as it settled over my head and fell to mid-thigh. Tingles spread through my core, and I bit back a smirk.
There was no way I was taking a d**k again anytime soon—in either hole.
I padded on silent feet down the hallway, pulling u
