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“Mm… Good morning,” he murmured, running his thumb across my nipple.  A delightful shiver ran down my body. The familiar ache roared between my legs. I forced myself to push him away gently. I sat up and covered myself with the blanket.  “Thank you for keeping me company last night. I don’t usually have bad dreams like that.” “Why do I find that hard to believe?” He yawned and propped his head on his elbow. “If it means anything, I like sleeping next to you.” “Even if nothing happens?” I asked. Jealousy wafted over me, thinking about what he’d told me yesterday. That he’d started dating.  “I ...more
Slash or Pass (Final Girls)
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