The Debt Collectors Bride
I splashed some cool water on my face, trying to wake up, but then I stopped.
There, on the side of my neck, was a small, dark mark. A hickey.
I reached up and touched it with my fingertips. A flush crawled up my cheeks, and my breath hitched. Just looking at it brought everything back. I remembered the rough heat of his hands on my waist. I remembered the way he growled my name. I wanted him. Right now, even more than I had last night, I wanted to go to his room, crawl back into his arms, and stay there until the rest of the world disappeared.
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