CHAPTER 11: ANNIE
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When Annie woke, Patrick’s arm was draped over her waist. She wanted to smile, to kiss him, to jump him, but she crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Last night had been great, but so had the other times before he’d bailed.
She turned on the shower. As soon as the water was hot, she stepped inside, closing her eyes and letting the heat soak into her sore muscles and boy was she sore. They’d made love three times last night. He’d been insatiable and she’d loved it. They’d tried several positions, causing her to use muscles she hadn’t even known she had. She jumped as the shower door opened.
“Good morning.” He said as he stepped in behind her.
“Morning,” she mumbled, her eyes roaming over him. He was even more handsome than last night. The scruff on
