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Jessie
I panicked.
The scent of Brock had filled my lungs, woke the hunger between my thighs, and I had opened my eyes to find his peaceful face mere inches from mine. We shared a pillow. Shared our breaths. But he’d stolen the blankets.
In that moment, I’d been too heated, too suddenly strung out to be anything but flaming hot from the inside out.
Luckily, I’d managed to slide out of bed without waking him.
A damn chickadee atop the stoop’s overhang chirped a chipper hello when I stepped outside. I cursed him under my breath while quietly clicking the door shut behind me.
He flitted after me as I hurried to my plane, my heart in my throat, my hands shaking.
I should have done the usual pre-flight check but cut it short in my need to get the hell away from the man who made me fe
