Unexpectedly running into my former fiancé at the resort where my sister and I were vacationing, I instantly lost my composure. At first it seemed like it was “just a little something,” but then it became clear—I’d really gotten myself into trouble: I quietly sneaked into someone else’s bungalow, set up my own “order” there, and, to top it all off, managed to fall asleep right inside.
Only I never imagined that all this time the real owner of the bungalow had been watching me—and that my little stunt would wake in him a very specific, purely male interest.
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- Brash! — the girl exclaims angrily, and then I get punched in the face.
- Why “brash,” exactly, and on what grounds?! — I protest sincerely.
- Who are you, anyway?! How did you end up here?! And what the hell is going on—we’re sleeping in an embrace, and my… my… my…
- Chest, — I say in a grim tone, starting to sit up.
- Yes, exactly it! I’d like to know why it’s exposed!