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When we got to my bedroom, I realized that Sam had never been in it before. He took his time perusing every detail, picking up this and that. It felt odd having him in my personal space. He was such a dominant being. My room felt tiny, engulfed by him. I felt silly having him see the sentimental items I kept here.
I tried to remember what Post-It ‘words-of-wisdom’ notes I had left for myself on my bathroom mirror, but it was too late to run in and clear them off. He was going to see the real me in my room – quirks and all. If he didn’t run away screaming, I would consider it a miracle.
“What have we here?” he asked, his voice deep and sexy. I turned quickly to see what he had discovered. He was running his hand lightly over my collection of silk scarves hanging from hooks on the wall
