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Abby found herself wrapped around a tall, lanky n***d man. The sun was streaming over the rumpled bed. Lying still, she listened to him lightly snoring. She attempted, in vain, to peek at the clock to check the time but the weight of his body kept her a happy hostage. Basking in the glow of the last twelve hours, she couldn’t help but smile to herself.
Shane opened one eye and squinted. “I guess we forgot to close the blinds,” he grumbled. Rubbing his eyes, Shane looked at Abby. “Good morning,” he said, wearing a crooked smile.
A shy smiled crept over her face. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a rock, you?” He rolled over to face her, adjusting his arms so he could pull her close.
She dragged the sheet over them. “Never better.”
He brushed his lips to hers—lingering, teasing, and tasti
