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King
King stretched his arms overhead and Effie let out a small sigh. “Did I wake you?” he asked.
“No, I’m up,” she said. “What time is it?”
He saw her roll off his chest and onto her back. They’d both been too exhausted last night to dress again. King watched her bare chest rise and fall in the morning light.
Damn, it’s like I can’t get enough of her.
“Time for a shower,” he said.
“Okay, you go first,” she said with a yawn.
“We go together,” he said. “Come on.”
King grabbed her hand and pulled her out of bed. Effie smiled and laughed.
“You’re insatiable,” she said.
“Only for you.”
He thought he saw her blush, but couldn’t be certain.
“Come on, remember we talked about this once? The first time we were here in high school—”
“That was just talk,” she said, but she bit her l
