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"Morning," she mumbled, giving him a sleepy grin that had his heart twisting painfully in his chest.

"Morning." He leaned down to give her a kiss.

Elena scrunched her face adorably. "I bet my morning breath is lovely."

"I don't give a shit," Chandler told her. With his thumb, he traced along her bottom lip. "These are worth it."

In the bright morning light, it was a delightful discovery that Elena was unashamed of her nudity because she didn't even attempt to cover her equally delightful breasts using the sheet draped around her waist.

"I hope Paul has Advil downstairs," she said.

Chandler hummed. "You sore today, princess?"

"Wipe that smug ass grin off your face."

His laughter had her smiling. The smile was the best thing he could have woken to. Not only was Elena not ducking out of bed, avoiding eye contact or explaining to him why it could never happen again. Explaining why she hadn't been thinking when she'd let him do all sorts of filthy things to her incredible body.

Thump. Scra