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PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

Every single time I get intimate with my boyfriend, Lyle Holloway, I notice he always changes the bedsheets afterward. After a frenzied release, I can't help but ask him about it. Lyle gently twirls a strand of my hair around his finger and smiles tenderly. "Of course it's because your best friend sweats buckets. Every time before I do it with you, she gets jealous and insists on going first. Ever since I met her, I've realized that women really are made of water." His response catches me off guard, and I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What did you just say?" He stubs out his cigarette, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Grace, your mom was tortured to death in bed by your dad, not by

Or is it just a façade? I talk with Tim, and I tell him a bedtime story before putting him to bed. I then go to my room.

She said as she yawned, “Betsy said that you were going somewhere safe to start a family!” “Oh…um, kind of, yes.” “Could you tell me a bedtime story?” the girl said as she finally gave up the pointless fight and let her self drift to slumber. “Goodnight,” Trie said, her voice shaky and her eyes teary. “Oh, what a mess.”

I said with a little smile. 'Okay babe. Goodnight'. My mom said, I kissed her forehead before walking up to my room. Once in my room, I fell on my bed not bothering to turn the lights on, I feel more comfortable in the dark. I get out my phone to see a text from Jake. Jake: How'd it go??? Leave it to the guy to waste signs. Me: The usual but with a twist, give you the details tomorrow. Jake: Cool. Well, that's not the actual reason why I texted, not that I don't care just that this shit happens all the time.

I whispered to myself while shooting my wildly beating heart. Taking a deep breath I gave myself the courage to take Zanvil naughty talks more maturely and when to do my work with still wildly beating hearts. We all ate our dinner together and through dinner, Zanvil was not stopping being naughty. He is determined to do what he said today. That thought caused me to increase my heartbeat. After dinner was done it was time for tugging my babies to the bed. They won't sleep unless I read them their bedtime story while lying with them in their bed. Lying with them I started reading their favorite bear family story and I don't know when I dozed off with them.

Ronald said in a tired voice which earned a chuckle from Raina. As usual, They were tucking the girls to bed and Ronald was reading their bedtime story to them. He sat on the edge of the bed while Raina was in the middle of the girls' bed, her head against the headboard. Adrie and Alexa cuddled Raina with their tiny arms wrapped protectively around her five-month-old bump. Ronald was frustrated because they refused to fall asleep after reading three bedtime stories to them. "We want to spend more time with Jayden." Alexa pouted as she cuddled Raina's bump the more.

"And that was the story of Jack and the beanstalk," I smiled as I closed the book. I settled the book on the bedside table and returned to the little ones. "How was that for a bedtime story?" I asked as I looked at them from the top bunk to the pull-a-bed on the floor.

Just as he approached a room’s doorway, he heard Tina and Kara’s conversation drifting from inside the room. “Tonight’s bedtime story is called ‘Tadpoles Searching for Their Mommy.’ The warm spring is here… A bunch of little tadpoles want to look for their mommy… After overcoming all the obstacles, the little tadpoles finally found their froggy mommy. Together, they lived happily ever after…” Tina’s tone was gentle as she read the bedtime story out loud from the storybook to her daughter. Kara lay in her arms, her heavy eyelids already glued together. She struggled to say, “The little tadpoles are very pitiful… I won’t be separated from you, Mommy… Even if we do get separated, I’ll find you