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Kaylee
The next morning I woke up with Pitt’s arm draped over me, and one of his legs, too. I was trapped in bed with the man who seemed to be having a hard time letting me go—even for just a little while.
Easing his arm off me, I tried to do the same with his leg and failed. He snorted as he woke up. “What’re you doing, baby?”
“I’ve gotta pee. Let me up.” I wasn’t thrilled about telling him why I needed to get out of bed so badly, but he’d gotten so clingy the last few days.
“Oh, okay.” He moved his leg off me, then turned over to go back to sleep.
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. “What are you going to do about this situation, young lady?”
There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that I would miss Pitt like crazy. I dreaded the next day—the day he’d be leaving. Bu
