Club Prive
“Before I could open my eyes, my head began to throb. Right. Lots of alcohol last night. I searched my memory for more. I remembered Krissy dragging me to a club. Seeing Gavin there. Dancing. Kissing Gavin. Adrenaline flooded through my body, jerking me the rest of the way awake. Gavin. I’d had sex with Gavin last night. Mind-blowing, toe-curling, feel-it-in-my-bones sex. I could feel the aches in my body that only came after a night of fun. They were much more pleasant than the pounding in my head. At least I wasn’t nauseous. “Morning, sleepyhead.” Gavin’s voice cut through the pain, surprisingly not making it hurt more. I opened my eyes, fully expecting to wince at bright light. Instead, the room had a dull glow that seemed perfectly manufactured for a morning-after hangover. There, standing beside the bed, was an image to make my aching head completely worth it. Gavin had put his jeans on again, but wasn’t wearing a shirt. And I was pretty sure he wasn’t wearing anything under his j...eans this time either.MoreLess
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