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They’d gotten out of bed afterward and drunk more champagne. Not a whole lot, but enough so that about two-thirds of the bottle was gone. Maybe Colin hadn’t wanted to seem wasteful. Jenny didn’t know for sure, but she was willing to go along for the ride. The champagne did help to prolong the swimmy, almost ethereal feeling that had taken over her body. She’d had s*x plenty of times, but this…this was different. He’d made love to her. He’d taken the time to make sure she was satisfied.
Goddess, was she satisfied.
Well, physically anyway. Sometime around three-thirty in the morning, Jenny had rolled over in her hotel room bed and had lain there for a long while, quietly watching Colin as he slept. His hair was a mess, his lashes thick and dark — a good deal darker than his hair — and h
