Lindsey Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…. Ugh! Did Angie overload the washing machine again? What the hell? I don’t want to open my eyes. My head feels swollen and my brain feels sluggish. What did Angie and I do last night? I just want to fall back to sleep, clearly my body wants nothing to do with being awake right now. Thump, thump, thump…. I tried to turn over to see what time it was and if I could reasonably ignore the rhythmic destruction of our laundry room, but I couldn’t move. Huh?! I inhale sharply taking in the tangy, spicy scent of a man’s cologne and my eyes fly open to find my face pressed up to the hard planes of a chest. My arm is carefully draped across sculpted abs. I’m so confused right now, where am I? I slowly drag my hand up the ridges of muscle, letting my eyes shamelessly watch them ripple under my touch. The smell of all man engulfs my senses and I decide that I don’t care what Angie and I got up to last night, if this is what came back to our apa
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