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Chapter 32 by micdan282 micdan282

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In the Morning

The light came in through the half-open blinds, soft and pale, filtering over the tangle of limbs and discarded clothes. Rikki stirred against unfamiliar sheets, her body warm beneath the duvet, her mind still fogged by sleep. She blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling above, plain, white, unfamiliar. And then it hit her. This wasn’t her bed. This wasn’t even her apartment.

Her breath caught in her throat. She turned her head and saw Lawrence still asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling in the deep, untroubled rhythm of someone who didn’t carry the same weight she did.

Panic flared.

Rikki sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest as last night came rushing back to her. Visiting and arguing with Finn. The way her thoughts had spiraled as she got more and more horny. Messaging Devin. The decision she had told herself she wouldn’t make again. And then the worse decision of the night, seeing Lawrence.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

She swung her legs off the bed, the coolness of the floor grounding her. Her clothes were scattered across the room like careless memories of mistakes she swore she wouldn’t repeat.

I need to get out of here.

Suddenly the mattress shifted Causing Rikki to stop and slowly turn around. Lawrence stirred with a groggy groan, rolling onto his side. His eyes blinked open, hazy but alert enough to lock on her sitting at the edge of the bed. A slow, lazy grin spread across his face.

“Well,” he drawled, his voice still thick with sleep, “morning, gorgeous.”

Rikki’s stomach twisted. She pulled the sheet tighter against her chest, as if it could shield her from the weight of his gaze. “I'm going to go.”

But Lawrence pushed himself upright, the easy confidence in his movements infuriatingly familiar. He leaned closer, resting his forearm on his knee, his grin deepening. “Go? After last night you're just going to walk out on me.”

Her pulse quickened. “Lawrence, this was a mistake.”

“Funny,” he said, brushing a hand through his messy hair, “That's what you said last time and yet here we are. Must be something right about it seeing as you keep coming back for more.” His tone was teasing and his smirk was cocky. “You came to me, Rikki. Clearly you wanted this.”

She turned away, trying to find her shoes among the clutter of clothes. “I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

He leaned forward, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “Maybe you were thinking clearer than you ever have.” His voice dropped, low and persuasive. “You keep telling yourself you don’t want this, but the way you looked at me last night…”

Her breath caught, memories flashing unbidden in her mind. Heat rushed through her chest, down into her stomach, desire tangled with guilt until she couldn’t tell one from the other.

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