It's Not a Death Match

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Autumn POV I'm not sure at what point I fell asleep but I wake with a start as the sun starts streaming into our bedroom. Tristan is already up and getting dressed, so I fly out of bed and rush into the bathroom to get ready. I shower and brush my teeth in record time before throwing my hair into a loose ponytail and running to the closet. Tristan chuckles as he watches me rummage through the closet in nothing but a towel until I spin around and scowl at him. He quickly makes himself scarce, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth. By the time he comes out, I've just finished putting on my favorite workout set and tying my shoelaces. Glancing over at the clock, I realize I rushed for nothing and it's only 5:30 am. "Babe," I pout. "Why didn't you tell me I didn't need to rush?" "You

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