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Dreaming Of Me

Matt

After a few kisses the night before, I walked her back to the house and sat down on the couch to watch the fire die out. Where I wanted to sleep with her, I knew better. We were at a turning point. She needed to know that I had control of my hormones, unlike my big brother. His advice to fuck her every chance I got might be something that worked for him, but we weren't the same.

I woke to someone popping me in the head - hard.

"Ouch. Shit." I jerked up and narrowed my eyes on Damon as I tried to come to. "I swear I liked you more when you were depressed."

"That stings." He pressed his hand to his chest and frowned.

I would have asked what he wanted so damn early on a Sunday morning, but he was dressed to play golf. My father walked in and stopped by the edge of the living room.

"Are you still sleeping? Get up. Tee time is in forty minutes." He shook his head, turned and walked back out.

"Hey. No one told me we were playing." I got up and stretched, feeling like I'd slept on a box
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