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Chloe
I wake up still feeling that warm glow, a high that intensifies when I open my eyes and find him lying propped up on his elbow next to me, watching me with a tenderly possessive smile.
“Good morning,” I murmur, pushing my hair off my face and fighting the urge to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
How long has he been awake and staring at me like this? More importantly, how much of a hot mess am I this morning? I did my best to remove my makeup in the bath last night, but I’m sure traces of eyeshadow and mascara are still smeared around my eyes, raccoon style, and my breath is not the freshest after all that alcohol.
He must not mind that because he leans forward and kisses me with such hunger I’m certain he’s going to f**k me right then and there. But he pulls back and smiles at
