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It took forever for the violent paroxys

“Feel better?” he asked, stroking her hair back from her damp cheeks

She shook her head “No”

“Okay, let’s get you some aspirin and then into bed”

She groaned, in what he assumed was assent He helped her to her feet and assisted her up the broad staircase that led to the bedrooms

He hadn’t ever been in her bedroom, but he was familiar with the layout of the apartment and knehich room was hers

It was pink

So fucking pink

He ht not knoas refined and tasteful, but he was pretty sure this ridiculous explosion of pink on pink was not it In fact, Ty would go so far as to venture that her rooood taste

He cast another appalled look around and shook his head, as if to soe from his field of vision

“Are you fucking kidding hast whisper

This rooirl’s dream Complete with a white four-poster princess bed that was surrounded by gauzy white drapes He shook his head again and stared at the drooping woman whom he had scooped into his arms once it became apparent that she would not make it up the stairs under her own steairlie before Feminine, yes and, well, she really loved flowers But that was her job, nothing about her hinted at all of this frippery It was literally the only word he could think of to describe this roorandfather had been particularly fond of, and it perfectly encapsulated the saccharine awfulness of Vicki’s bedroom

So much female frippery

He hurriedly lay her down on the ridiculous bed, and then stared at her li his brow Her sparkly skirt had ridden up to reveal the lace covered hs

He was staring