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Slade gestured to the tray table, and Kyra nodded for him to set their food there. He put the bag and drink tray down and pulled out the burgers and fries. “Chocolate or vanilla shake?”
“Vanilla please,” Kyra said. “Thank you. And you really do need to give me your address. I’ll send you money.”
“You don’t need to worry about it. Just get better. The least I can do is buy you dinner.”
“Thank you,” Kyra said with a smile.
She unwrapped her burger and took a bite. She groaned and sank back against the bed. The sheet she’d clutched so tightly before slid down, exposing her neck.
Slade got lost for a second, staring at her skin. It wasn’t erotic in the slightest, but it had him thinking of all the ways he wanted to make her feel good. He let his mind wander to where that little bit of
