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How many more times had it been that night? I lost count after five. Neil had continued waking me up during the night, his hands roaming and exploring every inch of my body. I had never felt like this with anyone, ever. It was like he wanted to worship me and savor every second that we had together. I couldn’t blame him for that. He was paying a high price to have me keep him company for the span of a week.
It felt natural waking up beside him the next morning, his arm casually thrown over the length of my body. He stroked the flesh of my hip as he woke and turned me over to face him.
“Good morning, Samara.”
“Good morning, Neil,” I said with a smile.
“Would you like some breakfast? I’ll have Meredith whip up something for us if you like.”
My stomach growled at the mention of breakf
