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I woke up the next morning with a leg draped over Damien’s waist and my hair an absolute bird’s nest. And by bird, I mean possibly an angry crow—one that fought a war against a tornado and lost.
Beside me, Damien was already awake, leaning against the headboard, his phone in hand, his hair slightly tousled in that unfair, smoldering way that should be illegal before 9 a.m.
I squinted at him. "Are we going to talk about last night?"
He looked down at me and smiled ...
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