I wake up the next morning with arms draped over me. I forget where I am at first. "John Luke," I whisper.
I can feel how aroused they are on the back of my thigh. I press my ass into him. He pulls my hips and gently thrusts into my backside. I rub my eyes and turn over as Mitch, and I lock eyes.
I gasp and start uproariously laughing. He looks at me, eyes wide, and jumps off the bed, almost falling to the ground. Then he reaches out and grabs a framed picture from his nightstand to hide his erection. "I'm so sorry, Georgia."
"It's okay, Mitch. I thought you were John Luke is why I pushed into you." I admit.
"I thought you were Simon." He says as he nervously scratches the back of his neck.
I look around and notice my letters are gone, and I glare up at him. "Where are my letters?"
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