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GREYSON
I had ten minutes to shower at the office that morning, thankful yet again for how Meryl insisted I keep clothes on hand.
It wasn’t the first time I’d arrived late for work in the same clothes I’d worn the day before. Meryl had simply rolled her eyes and promised to get me coffee. While quickly washing the scent of s*x off my body, I replayed the night in my head.
Lily’s candor, her lack of fake-assed bullshit like I experienced with most female hookups, had been refreshing as f**k. Others on their best behavior, trying for perfect in their looks and manners, hadn’t impressed me one bit.
But a woman with a level of confidence and inner happiness that sparkled through her eyes without feigned emotions? Toss in her sweet spirit that gave me warm fuzzies inside like only Blain
