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Harlow was still lying on her back, trying to come to terms with what they’d done, when Ryske shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Oh, I’m in f*****g trouble,” he said, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
Her head flopped to the side. Making any of her muscles move took effort. Keeping her elbow on the mattress to keep her forearm steady, she let it drop until her fingertips came to rest against his spine.
“That’s not something a woman wants to hear straight after sex.”
Reaching around to catch her hand, Ryske managed to wind her arm around his head as he dropped onto his side next to her. “I love you. How’s that?”
The sensation of him nuzzling his face in her hair made her smile. “It’s better.”
Moving onto her side made it easier for her to draw her fingernails around his shou
