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Holding the photo to my chest, I wish more than ever that my mother was here to explain all of this to me. "Why didn't you tell me the truth?" I press the photos even harder into my flesh, the old photo paper crinkling.
A warm hand touches my shoulder startling me. Blinking up, I see my handsome mate standing over my shoulder, his skin sheet white from exhaustion.
“You should be in bed,” his lip curls up on one side in a self-satisfied smirk, “With me.”
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and I cannot help but laugh.
“Stop it,” I playfully swat at him. “I know what you’re doing.
“And what…” Sly leans in, setting his hand on the table next to me, “Is it that I’m doing exactly?”
He licks his lip and subconsciously I bite mine in response. Damn is sexy. It’s not fair that
