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Craig

Snoring woke him

The abrasive noise filtered into Craig’s unconscious and ripped hiht filtering in fro at his bedroom

Wait a minute

Craig tensed

I don’t own purple curtains

The ht slowly pushed to the forefront of his brain

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Turning his head in tiny increli out from the mass of red hair splayed all over the pillows This wasn’t his bedroom This was

Donna’s bedroom

No, that wasn’t right

Danielle “call me Danni”

Craig sat up unhurriedly, his ht ht blue eyes to open Danielle “callaround until he finished his shift at Club 39, the popular baseh’s city center He’d been bartending there full tiularly to the bar just to be served by him

Some of them to be served by him

Like Danni

She’d been coht without fail with her friends on student night She was a postgrad And she was fucking gorgeous Craig could hardly let her down

But sticking around in the ?

Nah They both knehat this was

Or at least they both would when she woke up in the one

He winced, hoping she was really all about casual like she’d pro never fucked a woht be clueless about the rules of a one-night stand Ninety-nine percent of the tiht There was the occasional one percent who always made him feel like a bastard afterward

Shattered, and wanting his own bed away from the snorer, he slid carefully out of Danni’s bed and dressed quickly and quietly He usually waited until a woman had fallen asleep after sex and then he’d leave, but last night he must have been more exhausted than usual because he’d drifted off too

This was a close call

He was just tiptoeing down the hall of the flat when a door to his right opened He stopped in his tracks as a fresh-faced young woazed at him from her bedroom doorway

She cracked a shts expression “If you want to stay I can give you sos,” she whispered