One more minute. Because this—Allie tucked into my side, her soft breath washing over my skin, her arm draped across my stomach—this is what I thought I’d be waking up to after that night in Vancouver. This is the glimpse of the future I thought I might actually be able to keep. But now, it’s just the final moment of a night that was supposed to be about getting the wrong girl out of my system. Natalie, not Allie. Natalie Baxter. Shit, even reminding myself who she is isn’t enough to make this suck any less. She might be the absolute worst woman I could pick, but it physically hurts to let her
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