BrandonEmilie is still sleeping soundly when I came up…or at least I think she is. Her face is pressed into my chest, and there is a stupid, cute grin on her face. I wonder what she is dreaming about? Her fingers are moving over my abs, and I bet her dreams are innocent—“So ripped…” …okay, so she is definitely not THAT innocent, but I don’t complain. Sweet little baby is dreaming about ME and—“Carl…”WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK? WHO IS CARL????I glare down at Emelie, one second about to shake her awake and demand answers, when I hear her giggling into my skin. She then lifts her chin and grins. “Good morning,” he murmurs. My pulse is thumping at an incredible rate. I am not calm. Part of me wants to grab her and ask who the hell she is dreaming about, but the little grin on her face makes me realize that she knew what she did. “You little shit,” I growl. “You said Carl in your sleep just to rattle me, didn’t you?”Emilie laughs in delight when I ruffle her hair. Then she hugs me harde
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