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King
King curled up on his side of the bed and tried to will himself to sleep. It wasn’t just the uncomfortableness of clinging to the side of the bed that kept him awake—it was her. Knowing Effie was right behind him, and the past couple of days with her, it brought back all those old feelings.
What the hell is it about her that makes me so hard?
He’d spend the majority of the past day trying to hide his excitement from her, and it hadn’t been easy. When that little card game in front of the fire got out of control, it was like he couldn’t stop himself.
King couldn’t remember ever being that straightforward and honest with anyone, himself included. Fortunately, Effie had brushed aside the flirtations like they didn’t impact her at all. Maybe they didn’t.
When he looked at her now,
