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That night, I dream about sleeping. It’s totally weird yet not exactly upsetting. All I do in my dreams is snooze while feeling happy, cuddly, and warm. In fact, the whole experience is so awesome I find it tough to wake up. Eventually, I have to, though.
Although I’m only half alert, thoughts of the day start rattling around my head.
It’s Saturday.
Yesterday, we got that damned codex into the courtroom.
Tomorrow, I get married.
And then, there appears the most delicious thought of all.
There’s a very naked man between my thighs.
I smile through my drowsiness. Today just get a hell of a lot better. My eyes flutter open. I lay on my back with Lincoln atop of me, his arms braced on either side of my head. I can’t help but admire his broad shoulders, ripped chest, and lean waist. B
