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Not long after, I balanced the tray on one hand, supporting it slightly against the door then turned the door now with the other before quickly grasping the tray back in both hands and letting myself in.

I smiled sheepishly to see Ian is still in bed lying partly on his front, a hand tucked under the pillow beneath his head. The sheets are twisted carelessly, covering his trim waist, tight ass and strong thighs. I noted one foot sticking out as I crossed into the room, placed the tray to rest on the bed, and carefully perched beside him.

Even in sleep, the sight of his took my breath away. How could one person be so handsome?

Warm tanned skin stretched over contours of thick muscles, his arm bulging at the biceps where it’s folded under the pillow. Long sooty black lashes cast a shadow over his cheeks.

I couldn’t help running my fingers through his sleep mussed up hair.

One green eye popped open lazily, still dazed from sleep, but no less beautiful. He caught my wrist and brought