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You’ve got to be kiddi ng me.

                    I   drop   down   ont o   the   bed ,   no t   ev en   caring    if   I   wake   hi m.   I   just
                spent   an  ent ire  ho ur  get ting   rea dy  for  hi m  after  busting   my  ass  today,
                and  thi s is ho w he  trea ts thi s ni ght ?
                    I  can’t  be  mad  at  hi m,  tho ugh,   es pec ially  seei ng   ho w  pea cef ul  he
                looks.  I  can’t  imagine  working   a  forty-ei ght -ho ur  shi ft.  Plus,  my  bed   is
                rea lly   comfortable.     It’s   so   comfortable,    it   could   make   a   pers on   fall

                right   back  to  sleep   after   a  full  ni ght   of  res t.  I  sho uld  hav e  war ned  hi m
                ab out that .
                    I  chec k  the  time  on  my  pho ne  and   it’s  almost  10:30  p.m.  I  put  the
                pho ne  on  silent   and   then    lie  down  nex t  to  hi m.  His  pho ne  is  on  the
                pillow  nex t  to  his  hea d,  so  I  grab  it  and   swipe  up  the  camera   option.   I
                ho ld  hi s  pho ne  above  us  and   make  sure  my  clea vage  looks  good  and
                pushed   toget he r.  I  sna p  a  picture  so  he’l l  at  lea st  see  wha t  he  missed

                out on.
                    I  turn  off  the  light   and   laugh  to  mysel f,  bec ause  I’m  falling   asleep
                nex t to a ha lf-na ked  man  tha t I’ve  nev er  ev en  kissed .


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                I  can  feel   hi s  fing ers   trailing   up  my  arm  bef ore  I  ev en  open  my  ey es .  I
                force  back a tired  smile  and  pret end  I’m still sleep ing . His fing ers  trail
                over   my  sho ulder     and   stop  at  my  collarbone,   just  bef ore      they   rea ch

                my  nec k.  I  ha ve  a  small  tattoo  there   tha t  I  got  in  colleg e.   It’s  a  simple
                outline  of  a  he art  tha t’s  slight ly  open  at  the  top.  I  can  feel   hi s  fing ers
                circle   around   the    tattoo,  and   then    he   lea ns   for ward  and   pres ses   hi s
                lips agains t it. I squeez e  my ey es  shu t ev en  tight er.
                    “Lily,”   he   whi spers ,   wrapping    an   arm   around    my   waist.   I   moan   a
                little,   trying   to  wake  up,  and   then  roll  ont o  my  back  so  tha t  I  can  look
                up at hi m. When  I open  my eyes , he’s staring  down  at me.  I can  tel l by
                the   way  the   sunl ight   shi nes   thro ugh   my  wind ows  and   across  hi s  face

                tha t it’s no t ev en  sev en  a.m. yet .
                    “I am the  most des picable  man  you’ve  ev er  met . Am I right ?”
                    I laugh,  and  no d a little.  “Pret ty damn  close. ”
                    He  smiles   and   then    brushes   my  ha ir  off  my  face.   He  lea ns   for ward
                and   pres ses   hi s  lips  to  my  forehea d,  and   I  ha te  tha t  he   just  did  tha t.
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