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I wake up and the slow sway underneath me reminds me that I’m on Jasper’s boat. I’m not even sure of the last time I slept over at a guy’s place unless I passed out after because I was drunk.
Last night, I never stirred and we didn’t even have s*x again. What the hell? There’s a good chance he thinks I’m a stage-five clinger now and I’ve completely blown my chance with a fine specimen like Jasper Banks. One and done. I could kick myself.
He never even ate me out. f**k.
I roll over, sitting up on the edge of the bed, narrowing my eyes while I glance around the small room. I’d like to investigate further since I didn’t really get the tour last night. Unless demonstrating what the counter and the bed feel like under my ass counts. Unfortunately though, my bladder is screaming at me so
