This chapter is dedicated to juliethxaguair. Hey love, thanks for the golden ticket. ლ(´ ❥ `ლ)
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When morning came, Maeve shot awake with a tiny gasp, eyes wide like she had just remembered an unpaid bill. She blinked around, confused, her mind replaying flashes of last night. Clayton's hands… Clayton's mouth… his tongue... He has done things to her.
Bad things she definitely wasn't used to.
The memory alone made her toes curl. It was too much. Way too much. Dear heavens, what kind of man was that?
She sat up slowly, stretching like an exhausted kitten and yawning hard enough to make her eyes water. That was when she felt the bed move beside her.
Maeve froze. Slowly... very slowly... she turned her head.
Clayton Grey was lying right there, calm as the morning breeze, sleeping like a man who had conquered a whole empire and deserved his rest.
