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nuggling deeper
into Roark’s chest, I focused on his heart beat against my chest as I floated between waking and sleeping. My hangover wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected, and I took a deep, lazy breath filled of his scent. His light dusting of chest hairs tickled my nose, and he let out a light snore that ruffled my bed head.
I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes, and I didn’t bother to try. Memories of the night before started off clear as they flashed in my mind’s eye, but they slowly became more and more muddied. With each breath Roark took, he let out a puff, and my lip twitched at how cute I found his snoring. Wrapped in warmth and comfort, I was in no rush to wake up; instead, I relished this small collection of seconds.
When Roark’s snoring stopped, his arms tighten
