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By the time she woke up, it was already dawn. But what surprised her was that she was still lying in Callum's bed, skin throbbing. She must have had a serious case of bed hair, swollen eyes. But she could care less about that when her body felt this good. Better than good- amazing. And she didn't want to believe that it was because Callum held her while she slept.

She still hated that she stayed there, she had never slept in a man's bed before, especially after sex. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to move. The combination of plush pillows, clean sheets, and Callum's intoxicating scent was her fix.

One of his hands was draped around her but he wasn't asleep. She could tell by the rhythm of his chest. Her head raised to find him looking directly at her with a thoughtful expression.

"You're staring." Her voice came out in a croak, throat tender and grainy.

"If you were in my position, you probably would too. You don't see what I see, you have no idea." He rolled over on his side to