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Gabrielle
Way to go, Gabrielle.
Yesterday evening had been going so well. Colt had been unbelievably sweet, sort of cuddly, and I’d been wondering how risky it would be to try a kiss when tiredness overcame me and I’d fallen asleep on him. Like, on him. With my head in his lap. At completely the wrong angle for what I’d dreamed about doing, but still… He hadn’t objected, but was it normal to do things like that? My experience with men was painfully limited. I’d lost my virginity to an absolute playboy who viewed me as nothing more than a notch on his bedpost—which was fine, it had been by mutual agreement—but that didn’t provide me with any point of reference for future relationships. Other than Emmett, my only serious boyfriend had been a shipping heir who on paper had seemed like a
