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DAHLIA
“A headache?”
I felt Garrison's weight press down into the bed and he turned me onto my back. He loomed over me, all sated male. Instead of seeing devilish satisfaction, it was confusion.
“How the hell can you have a headache?”
He ran a big hand over my sweaty brow and I was soothed by the gesture.
I shrugged and couldn't meet his eyes. While I'd been able to hide my feelings from him in the past, after what we'd just done I didn't think I could keep anything from him anymore. While we were still in our clothes, he'd stripped me bare, exposed me to a connection, a bond with another person I'd never known before. When my parents had died, I'd thought that that kind of love had died as well. But this, with Garrison, was even deeper.
I loved him. I'd loved him for years, perha
