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Lianna
Sure enough, sharing Maxon’s bed means no nightmares.
Trouble is, it means no sleep, either.
I flip over again. Nervous energy pulses through my limbs. This is like sitting next to a chocolate cake when you haven’t had dessert in ages. Hard to keep your hands to yourself.
I keep watching Maxon sleep, making note of every movement. Hey, it passes the time. I can’t miss how Maxon’s face looks handsome-rugged, even when he’s asleep. How he arches his muscled arm above his head. How he slowly licks his full lips. Yow, I felt that last one right between my thighs.
Maybe this wasn’t my best idea.
Turning flat on my back, I jam my pillow over my face. In this position, I’ll either die of suffocation or fall asleep without any distractions. Either way, the s****l torture will be o
