I woke up with a leg that wasn’t mine tangled between mine.
I blinked and turned my head slowly.
Leo.
Still asleep, mouth slightly parted, arm heavy over my waist like he had any right.
I moved his arm off me and slipped out of bed without waking him. I needed space and I needed to breathe and I needed to remind myself that fifteen thousand dollars didn’t include catching feelings.
I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror again. My hair was a mess. My lips burned from the fake kiss that didn’t feel fake.
I brushed my teeth, showered and dressed before he even opened one eye. When I stepped out, he was finally sitting up on the bed, shirtless and smug.
“You left me cold,” he said.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you to the floor,” I said, picking up my phone.
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