Paris
Holy hell, how much did I drink last night?
My head is banging, and my mouth is as dry as a bone.
Where the hell am I?
Oh, my God, I'm in my underwear!
I look around the room and realize I'm in Chance's bedroom, and he's asleep beside me, lying on his stomach, his head turned towards me. The muscles on his back and arms look so strong as they tighten with every breath he takes.
Chance put me to bed. He brought me to his condo, put me to bed, and took care of me. No one has ever done that for me before.
I lay here on my right side to face him. He has one hand under his head and the other holding my hand.
How did I not feel his hand in mine when I woke up?
God, he held my hand all night long, I can tell. That tiny little thing has made my heart hum happily.
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