She stretched and took a moment as things slowly came into focus. Like the jeans on the floor beside the bed. Her bra tossed onto the chair in the corner.Tucker’s boot near the bathroom door.She frowned. Where the hell was the other one? And smiled. Oh. Yes.And then kept smiling as she turned onto her side so that she could have a look at the man she never dreamed would be in her bed.Tucker Simon was sprawled on his back, arms spread above his head, covers tangled and bunched up low on his torso. With his thick hair low across his forehead, dark stubble on his jaw and long lashes a girl would kill for—he looked hot and adorable and so damn sexy.He was all kinds of masculine with his defined abs, broad shoulders, and square jaw. But the generous mouth and well, those long lashes softened him.Carefully, she inched forward until she was snuggled against Tucker, her finger absently moving across his chest. She heard his slow and steady heartbeat, watched his chest rise and fall and she couldn’t help but think that it was the most wonderful sound in the world.Memories of the night before washed over her and she bit her lip, cheeks burning.
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