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So the week progressed. And then a couple more days. I lived on a daily high where no one could bring me down, no matter what they did or said. I’d always been good at rolling with the flow and taking things in stride, but now I actually smiled through it all. Life was just amazing.
I didn’t care if I woke up every morning with a raging hard-on that not even yanking off in the shower could calm. I woke up next to her. The smell of lilacs on my sheets, her hand resting next to my pillow only inches from my face, accidentally spooning with her on some nights. Yeah, I had no complaints.
“So, how’re things working out with Eva?” Mason asked one night, just before we opened the club, where I’d actually arrived on time to work...for the eighth stretch in a row.
He must’ve realized I
