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Aiden's bed was huge and sinfully comfortable. I was glad it was Saturday. Otherwise, I wasn't sure if I would have been able to crawl out on time to get to work. I had yet to see the entire apartment, but the fluttering butterflies in my stomach had already given their judgment—they had given this place a ten out of ten. This bed, the space, the view, and Aiden next to me—it all felt surreal. If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up anytime soon.

My forehead and one cheek were pressed against Aiden's chest. His arms were wrapped around me, and one of his legs was between mine, dangerously close to my poor lady bits. My breasts stroked his abdomen with every breath I took. Luckily, my exhausted body could easily ignore that fact throughout the night… The problem appeared now, as my system regenerated and announced its readiness to play. The awareness kicked off as I slightly shifted and felt Aiden's delicious rigidness rubbing against my belly. My nipples hardened in an instant,