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“Serena? Serena, wake up.” Someone was shaking her shoulders as she opened her eyes hesitantly, not wanting to let go of the dream she'd been having before this rude interruption.
Her eyes snapped open when she realized the subject matter of the dream she didn't want to let go of was now sitting on her bed, gorgeous green eyes irritated but imploring her to wake up.
Dream Rhys had been a sweetheart and a gentle lover. Real life Rhys, on the other hand, she wanted to punch.
“What the f**k, Rhys? You disappear for two days and now you can't let me sleep one more minute?” she fumed, morning breath be damned.
“Yeah, look, Serena. I’m sorry. I should’ve called, let you know I was going to be gone for a few days.”
“So where were you, Rhys?”
The party had been two days ago. Two days ago
