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Everleigh
I wake up to the smell of Michael, only it’s not Michael himself, but his pillow I’m smelling. I open my eyes and see that I’ve stretched diagonally across the bed, my head still on his pillow, and my naked body carving the shape of the bed into two triangles. It’s morning, I know that much, but I’m not sure exactly where Michael is.
I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I slept like the dead. Last night was amazing and I was pretty tired out by the time I finally lost consciousness. I don’t remember if I dreamed, but I usually don’t remember my dreams. What I do know is that I feel more rested than I have in a long time. I have that euphoric, post-amazing-s*x feeling going on. Our date was everything that I’d hoped it would be. Is there anything sexier than a man who
