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“You wanted to have breakfast together,” he reminds me, nodding towards my plate.
“I think you can afford to house me just fine, Ryan Shay.”
His eyes lift to me before they trail down my face, glide along my neck, and linger a little longer on my chest. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, and my nipples harden from the attention, straining against the thin tank top. He smirks at that, and fuck, is it gorgeous. “What are you asking?”
It’s decided. I’m going to bring some color into Ryan Shay’s life if it’s the last thing I do.
A pop of lavender peeks out from under the pile of pillows. New sheets in my favorite color, and I don’t know how to process how I feel about him remembering that.

