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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - F O U R
T
he experience of waking up next to Aaron that following
morning had absolutely nothing to do with the two other times
I had opened my eyes to find him lying in the same bed.
For one, we were naked. Something I thought I could quickly get used to.
Effortlessly.
Then, there was this teeny-tiny thing that separated this morning from the
previous ones. A technicality really. And that was the beaming grin already
on my face. It was stupidly wide, and I was afraid I might have slept with it.
Ridiculous, I knew. But who had the time to be embarrassed when Aaron
Blackford was right there, all big and naked and ready to be eaten?
Not me.
And not when something definitely not tiny was throbbing against my
thigh.
Aaron grunted, shifting and pushing that pulsating part of his body into
me.
Ah, hello, new favorite limb.
“Morning,” he rasped. His voice was thick with sleep, begging me to
snuggle into him.
“Mmm,” I managed to answer.
It was terribly rude of me, but I was busy with more important stuff. Like
learning every inch of his chest with my hands. Or the abs that topped his
stomach. And that narrow trail of dark hair. Yes, I needed to get well
acquainted with that too.
“Your parents are picking us up soon,” he told me almost breathlessly.
“Yep.” I was aware. “But one hour is sixty minutes, and if we manage to