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Sunday morning Brooke quickly began to wonder if her memories of the night before had been a dream.
She was awakened by the compression of the mattress as Dylan returned from the bathroom and lay down next to her.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said, exhaling mouthwash as he kissed her. He hadn’t shaved, and the bristles were rough against her upper lip. He didn’t even give her time to fully wake up and get into the mood before he was running his hands over her and then rolling on top. She did her best to accommodate. It didn’t seem to matter, as if he’d decided to make up for the pleasure he’d done without hours earlier.
When he was finished, he pushed away to catch his breath. The concept of post-coital cuddling might never have entered his experience. Moments later he left the bed and walke
