Chapter 71 Chapter Seventy

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When I woke up, Thayne was gone.

The sheets beside me were cold, the pillow still dented where his head had been.

The room smelled like sex and whiskey and him.

My thighs ached, and my lips were swollen. My body felt used in the best and worst way.

I sat up slowly, wincing at the sore...

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