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“
Hmm
…
this
has
possibilities
,
but
I
think
we
should
wait
until
Sunday
.
”
He
leans
down
and
nuzzles
my
ear
with
his
nose
.
I
flush
,
but
then
I
feel
seven
shades
of
scarlet
from
his
heat
.
“
You
’
re
very
hot
,
”
I
murmur
.
“
You
’
re
not
so
bad
yourself
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
presses
himself
against
me
,
suggestively
.
I
flush
some
more
.
That
’
s
not
what
I
meant
.
He
props
himself
up
on
his
elbow
,
gazing
down
at
me
,
amused
.
He
bends
and
,
to
my
surprise
,
plants
a
gentle
kiss
on
my
lips
.
“
Sleep
well
?
”
he
asks
.
I
nod
,
staring
up
at
him
,
and
I
realize
that
I
’
ve
slept
very
well
except
maybe
for
the
last
half
hour
when
I
was
too
hot
.
“
So
did
I
.
”
He
frowns
.
“
Yes
,
really
well
.
”
He
raises
his
eyebrows
in
confused
surprise
.
“
What
’
s
the
time
?
”
I
glance
at
my
alarm
.
“
It
’
s
seven
thirty
.
”
