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... inner thighs burn. My hips ache where his fingers dug in. And my core—well. Let’s just say walking might require some mental preparation.
The mattress dips beside me. Logan, already dressed in dark jeans and a charcoal henley, scrolls through his phone. His jaw is tight, the tendons in his neck prominent. The morning light cuts across his features, giving him a stony, distant look.
So much for afterglow.
I grab my phone from the nightstand. Seven angry texts from Penelope ...
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