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I snapped my eyes open at the sound of the birds and sat up, glancing at the clock beside me.
8:15.
Shit.
I leaped out of bed and tripped over something on the floor, something soft. I sighed, picking myself up before scooping up the pile of clothes. I smiled. I slipped into the black t-shirt and blue jeans, wondering why Miles hadn't come to wake me. Then I realized, and envied men for their quick morning starts. I showered yesterday, right?
I snatched my purse off the floor and raced into the bathroom across the hall. For once my mother's crazy idea of carrying makeup in your purse was useful. I would have to thank her later. I quickly did myself up, complete with makeup and hair and stepped back out into the living room. I found Miles leaning against the fr
