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Holy
crap
…
my
dream
.
I
gape
at
him
,
thinking
about
his
tongue
on
his
palate
.
Hmm
,
his
expert
tongue
.
“
Anastasia
,
”
he
says
sternly
,
pulling
me
out
of
my
reverie
.
It
really
is
too
early
for
me
.
How
to
handle
this
?
“
I
’
ll
have
some
tea
.
Can
I
take
a
croissant
for
later
?
”
He
eyes
me
suspiciously
,
and
I
smile
very
sweetly
.
“
Don
’
t
rain
on
my
parade
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
warns
softly
.
“
I
will
eat
later
when
my
stomach
’
s
woken
up
.
About
seven
thirty
a
.
m
.
…
okay
?
”
“
Okay
.
”
He
peers
down
at
me
.
Honestly
.
I
have
to
concentrate
hard
on
not
making
a
face
at
him
.
“
I
want
to
roll
my
eyes
at
you
.
”
