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Thirty Six
I woke up in Mariano's arms. Things had changed between us after our date two days ago. I felt free. I felt more in love. I felt like I belonged with him.
My body was sore from last night. He'd been more adventurous, more...demanding. I'd loved it.
"Good morning." He whispered in my ear. "How do you feel?"
"Sore." I confessed. "I'm aching all over."
"Good." He said smugly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
I rolled my eyes. "Let me go, Mariano." I sang. "I have a morning class."
"Can't you skip it?" He said lowly.
I shook my head. He groaned. "Fine. Tell Tanner to bring you to th
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