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But fuck, I was

Several curls had toppled across her freckled cheek, and without thinking, I reached down and carefully brushed them back The contact with her silky soft cheek sent a jolt through h breath punched out of ain, really, in a very bad way My fingers practically buzzed to pull that cover back, see if that swell of her breast was just as soft as her cheek, if her thighs were as sweet

Cutting off those thoughts was harder than I ever irabbed it, positioning it by her bed Then I went out to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water and brought that back into the bedroohtstand She’d be thirsty when she woke up She’d probably have one hell of a headache, too

There was no real reason to linger any longer, but I worried about her--about how ht when there’d be no one here to look after her I thought about calling Kyler and getting Sydney on the phone, but I ended up planting my ass in a silver chair that was low to the floor but surprisingly coe beside the chair, zipped up

I ended up sitting there for hours, until the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains over the large , until I was sure that there was little chance she would be sick, and until I was so shocked with ht like so I’d never done before--never even considered doing before Even though I was tired and my back ached when I stood like I was much older than , that had to But I wasn’t sure what to h the pages of the latest US Weekly, I quickly gave up and tossed the e cushion beside me My attention wandered over the potted plants in front of the darkened , to the TV, and I sighed heavily

Sunday nights just weren’t the sa Dead

Bored out of my mind and beyond restless, I pushed myself off the comfy couch and walked the short distance to my bedroom My apartment was more of a loft converted into a one-bedrooer than rateful that e I could stay here without worrying about that kind of expense No ht, I kne incredibly lucky I was

I stopped a few feet froray and white cohtened this afternoon when I’d peeledone hell of a hangover Last night was a blur of cocktails rabby hands, and I also relot, I honestly didn’t reotten lass of water on otten

I looked around ? I had absolutely no idea why I’d even walked in here My suitcase, already packed for the trip to the cabin in theby the silver-cushioned papasan chair next to my dresser I was one of those people--the ones that so yet another deep sigh, I stood there for a couple ofinto the kitchen This tie Stainless steel Double sides My parents had wanted updated appliances, only the best, but all I could see were erprints all over the door and handle

I yanked open the door and the ring of bottles clattering off one another sent a shiver down le Bells, if Jingle Bells was drunk Six bottles of Redd’s Apple Ale sat all by their lonesohten on the handle, and I started to kneel down,for a bottle You do drink tooin a sharp breath, I closed my eyes I didn’t drink that much Just every now and then, no different than half the population of the United States, so it wasn’t like I had a proble voice whispered

Grabbing a can of soda, I shoved the fridge door shut, ignoring the enticing rattle that hauntedthe top on the can I leaned against the back of ers I tried to h I knew that was pointless It wasn’t like I blacked out or so, not really I just couldn’t re I shifted ht from one foot to the next, suddenly uncohtened around ht down Even though it wasn’t the first time he’d escorted me home, somehow it felt different I wondered if I’d cussed at him Worse yet, I seriously hoped I hadn’t hit on hioing to be so e my eyes shut, I forced myself to take deep and slow breaths until the band had eased up

Ti I stood there, but it wasn’t even 9:30 when I glanced at the sparkly wall clock Walking my butt back to the kitchen, I placed the soda on the counter and opened up the cabinet above the microwave