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“
Come
on
,
baby
.
”
No
.
I
want
to
touch
you
.
“
Wake
up
.
”
No
.
Please
.
My
eyes
flicker
unwillingly
open
for
a
split
second
.
I
’
m
in
bed
and
someone
is
nuzzling
my
ear
.
“
Wake
up
,
baby
,
”
he
whispers
,
and
the
effect
of
his
sweet
voice
spreads
like
warm
melted
caramel
through
my
veins
.
It
’
s
Christian
.
Jeez
,
it
’
s
still
dark
,
and
the
images
of
him
from
my
dream
persist
,
disconcerting
and
tantalizing
in
my
head
.
“
Oh
…
no
,
”
I
groan
.
I
want
back
at
his
chest
,
back
to
my
dream
.
Why
is
he
waking
me
?
It
’
s
the
middle
of
the
night
,
or
so
it
feels
.
Holy
shit
.
Does
he
want
sex
—
now
?
“
Time
to
get
up
,
baby
.
I
’
m
going
to
switch
on
the
sidelight
.
”
His
voice
is
quiet
.
“
No
,
”
I
groan
.
