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Blake was still in my bed when I awoke in the morning. His arms were looped around me, holding me against his chest. I didn't know why I expected him to be gone. When we were younger and Gran was alive, he would sneak out through my window and down the drainpipe before daylight, sometimes after I'd fallen asleep. There was no need for subterfuge anymore.
"Hey," he said as I stirred. "Good morning."
"Hello." Ugh, I sounded so formal. I drew in a deep breath and got a lungful of the twin scents of Blake and s*x.
He swept my hair from my shoulders and gathered it in his hands. "You're beautiful in the mornings."
My face heated, damn it. "Um, we should get some breakfast."
"Why rush?" He kissed my mouth, his hands still buried in my hair.
Typical man. He thought years of problems coul
