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She opened one eye and looked at the clock – eight a.m. – then rolled over and threw one arm over Mark, who was still sound asleep. She loved the fact that all he ever wore to bed was boxers. That way, she could snuggle into him and allow herself to become intoxicated by his smell; maybe it was the soap he used, but it reminded her of how the woods smelled after a rain shower – earthy, but also clean and fresh. She found it strange that, as much as she loved Lauren, she didn’t remember that Lauren had a unique scent. But from the first time Mark had kissed her, there was something about the way he smelled that turned her on. She didn’t know if it was him, or maybe just the new hormones coursing through her veins. As she soaked in his scent, part of her felt guilty, probably always woul
