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This morning when Margot awoke, she knew exactly where she was: nestled in Lucas’ bed, curled up next to him, the warmth of his body combining with the weight of the blankets and comforter on top of them to make her deliciously cozy. The light peeking around the blinds was pale gray, not the brooding bruised color of a truly stormy sky. And blinking on the nightstand next to her was his clock/iPod dock, proving that the power must have come back on sometime during the night.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to move. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she should do. Last night, still half tipsy — and still drunk with the afterglow of another round of spectacular s*x — she’d told him she wanted to be with him here. What had possessed her? Yes, it had been the deepest truth of her heart, b
