Thea
I wake, sliding my hand under the blankets on the bed next to me, as if searching for his warmth. A moment later I open my eyes and blink, well aware that I am completely alone in bed.
I roll over, looking out the open window, wondering if I'd dreamed last night. There's absolutely no way that Blake came into my room, caught me in the shower, heard me moan his name while I was m**********g thinking about him, and then took me on the counter, then in my bed several times.
As I shift my thighs, I can feel pleasant soreness between them and know that it was absolutely not a dream, unless dreams can cause physical soreness the next day.
I can't hold back a little smile that curves the corners of my lips as I think about how he folded me up like a pretzel and made me feel delicious.
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