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Chapter Eight-2
>> Gray couldn’t fall back asleep. After waking up to find that Kristie had left already without even bothering to leave a note, he was unable to stay in bed. The bed smelled like her and it was driving him crazy. Why had she left? He paced his small apartment, smoking a cigarette. In the morning sunlight, the romantic haze that had covered the night before was quickly vanishing, replaced with the reality of what they had done. They’d had s*x twice. The second time had been slow and almost romantic in nature. They had a strong connection. There was no denying it. But now it felt as if Kristie was running away. Did she regret what they had done together? Gray puffed on his cigarette and ran his fingers through his hair. He thought of Kristie writhing underneath him, her face full of
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