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he asshole strikes again.

I swallow, and my gaze returns to her lips. I can’t help it—I can’t stop thinking about those lips and can’t stop wishing to have them on me. When I woke her this morning to tell her I had to go, she looked so fucking sexy that I was ready to crawl into bed with her and make a whole new set of rules for how our arrangement was going to work