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Chapter 35: Go Away

Author: Megan Matthews
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Something tickles my neck and I swat it away. The bed under me jerks with little movements. Ones I eventually pick up as Ridge laughing behind me.

I moan and pull the blankets up around my shoulder. "Go away."

He leans over my body kissing my ear. It's annoying and messing with my sleep. If he wasn't so hot and sweet, I'd be pissed for the interruption.

"I'm trying to leave, but I wanted to say good-bye," he whispers in my ear.

I crack my eyes open to the pitch black room. "You're leaving for real? Do you always get up this early?" It's not normal.

"I do when there's an asshole stalking the woman I have in my bed. Yes."

"Does that happen often for you?"

He laughs again, the movements pulling on my covers. "No. You're a first, baby. In so many ways." Ridge pulls on the edge of the comforter and tucks it around me. "Go back to sleep. Richie will be over to fix your window early this morning and Riley will set up the new alarm."

I try to roll over to my back, but he's pack
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