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Chapter 20

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Marcus

"Morning," Ava murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She stretched like a satisfied cat, not bothering to keep herself covered.

"What happened last night?" I asked, my voice sounding strangled even to my own ears.

She smiled lazily, tracing a finger down my chest. "You don't remember?"

I shook my head, immediately regretting the movement as pain lanced through my skull.

"We had quite a night," she purred, sitting up. The sheet fell away completely, and I forced my eyes to stay on her face. "You were... enthusiastic."

I stared at Ava, trying to process her words through the fog of my hangover. Enthusiastic? What the hell had I done?

"I... don't remember anything," I admitted, my voice sounding like a croak. My mouth felt like I'd been chewing on sand all night.

Ava smiled, reaching over to trace a finger along my collarbone. "You don't remember this?" She touched what I realized with horror must be a hickey on my neck. "Or these?" She gestured to several marks on her own b
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