This week has been a countdown since Saturday, measured night by night until I see him again. He’s new, I’ve held back from mentioning him here, but Reader, my heart is excited. So forgive me if I linger in bed a little long this morning. My mind is racing and my hands are hungry for his skin. My collarbone cannot forget his mouth, my breasts have not forgotten his cheek.
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