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I woke up at the usual time before dawn, even though I’d turned my alarm off just so I could sleep in. For once. Merry Christmas to me. Instead of rolling out of bed, I rolled over.
Four hours later, the apartment was bright, even though the sky was heavy with gray clouds. Reaching an arm out, I grabbed my phone from beside the bed, looked for a text from Harper.
Nothing. Sighing, I ran my hand down my face, wiped the sleep away—and the frustration.
I was whipped. f**k, this girl had me wrapped around her little finger. And I wanted to be whipped. I wanted her. Where the f**k was she and why wasn’t she answering my damn texts? She hadn’t responded at all yesterday. And today was Christmas, dammit. It wasn’t like her. Not lately. I’d gotten her to open up. Hell, I’d gotten her
