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Me: How’s your day going, sweetheart?

Carly: Meh Considering I’ reruns of Below Deck on my laptop, it’s safe to say it could be better

She’s not kidding that the uest room is rock hard

I know this because she snuck o, and the instantmattress, I felt like I bruised my spine

Also, I’m not one-hundred-percent sure what Below DeckCarly, it revolves around soh and through

Me: I thought you had to take Stella somewhere?

Carly: I did To so for crafters…or maybe it’s knitters? Hell, I don’t know I drove her to the clubhouse for the big event about twenty o in the cart

Me: When are you picking her up?

Carly: In about two hours

Two hours? That’s plenty of time

Not to enerally stays down for the count for three or four hours

Decisionroo’s come up and I’ll be unavailable for a few hours, and then, once my laptop is in sleep mode, I quietly make my way out the front door and lock it after I carefully click it shut

Once I reach Stella’s front door, I rap my knuckles several times

But when there’s no sign of Carly, I s the doorbell

And when there’s still no response, I press ets her cute ass out of bed

“Hold your horses, you lunatic! Just a minute!” Her voice fills my ears, and the sounds of her footsteps across the tile follow “What on earth cou—?” she starts to question as she swings open the door, but the second her gaze locks with mine, her jaw damn near hits the tips of her pink-painted toes “Ryan? What are you—?”

In one stride, I’m inside the door,her off by pressing my mouth to hers

Thankfully, she doesn’t balk or question No way In record tihtly around my hips

This just s about her Wild, i, Carly is the spontaneity and irresistible chaos to my predictability and order

A s, and I step inside the house, kicking the door shut once I’ve cleared the threshold

“Don’t get ht your day was jaainst my lips

“Oh, trustwork to do”