Mallory’s POV “Goddess damn it!” I cursed, punching my pillow as I turned onto my stomach, trying, and failing miserable, to find a comfortable position. I’d been lying in bed for the last hour since my one-sided conversation with Clay, and sleep still eluded me. One-sided, because apparently I’d been struck dumb by his nearness, shaking like a shy school-girl standing too close to her first crush. What a colossal fucking disaster! What was it about those three men that got under my skin and so obstinately refused to be evicted? It had literally been less than an hour since I’d left Nathan, having professed my undying love and promised to be faithful. Then I came home to find them in my house and not only did I not throw them out forcefully, but I kissed one of them. Again! “Fuck!” I screamed into my pillow, angry with myself for being so weak. If I could manage to control my traitorous body, I might have a chance of resisting them. But the moment they got close to me, my body
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