“Colby …” A door down the hall opens, light spilling out into the shadows, and my man walks out of his bathroom, wrapped in a towel, black hair damp from his shower. He jumps a foot in the air when he sees me. “Novi? What the fuck?” He dramatically clutches at his chest. “Is it stress? Are you having a heart attack?” He watches me with wide eyes. “I don’t think stress is the reason my soul almost left my body.” “Then what is it?” “You scared the shit out of me!” I frown. “Me?” “You’re in my house. Creeping around in the dark.” Oh good, he noticed. “Romantic, da?” “I don’t think breaking and
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