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Frat Beach
October 30, 2010
I woke up on a cloud. The bed was so comfortable and the comforter so lush that I was sure I’d never slept on anything this soft. Definitely not at the crappy hotel we’d gotten for the weekend.
Maybe it was way better than I remembered. Though I couldn’t remember much from yesterday. It was a big blur.
I blinked against the light streaming in through the enormous glass windows in the bedroom. Then I froze. That definitely was not the right kind of windows from my hotel. And the room was shaped wrong, bigger, but missing a queen bed. And I was in a king.
Oh f**k.
My mind played catch-up with the rest of what my body was realizing. I rolled over and nearly jumped when I saw a body in bed next to me. A very naked body.
“Ash,” I gasped.
I nearly tumbled
