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Fun While It Lasted
“Hollie … wake up,” says the voice next to me. The dreamy voice attached to the dreamy lips that kiss my cheek, my lips. Like Prince Charming kissing Snow White.
Except I’m pretty sure Snow White’s mouth didn’t taste like this, that she didn’t fall asleep exhausted after a very vigorous workout, teeth still coated in red wine and shellfish and … other things.
“Hol, you have to see this.” Mmm, he’s already shortening my name. This is a good sign.
I open my eyes. Ryan is at the end of the bed, already clothed on his lower half—to my disappointment—his outstretched hand signaling for me to get up.
I, on the contrary, am not dressed. “Wrap in a blanket. You have to see this. Hurry!”
I tuck the sheet around me like a bath towel and crawl to the end of the bed. My a
