JOANNE
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The first thing that greeted me this morning was the throb in my head, sharp and gnawing, making me regret every drop of alcohol I took yesterday night.
Rubbing my temples and wincing, I forced myself out of bed.
Deep voices—that husky familiarity, Aiden and Lucas— filled every corner of the apartment.
They were already up? They drank like thirsty, wild animals, ending up in a state worse than mine. And somehow they had woken up earlier than I. More energetic than me.
I dragged myself out of the room and headed to the kitchen. As I stepped into the kitchen my breath stopped.
They were shirtless. Both of them.
Aiden was making his protein shake, and his biceps twitched with scoop he took and poured the powder into the glass. His n*****s dark brown against the golden ta
