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Thorne put down his mug of coffee, he looked intently at me.

“You remember, don’t you?”

My heart seemed to stop beating.

“I-I am drunk last night.” I stammered, not sure what to say.

I closed my eyes, so aware of our nearness.

‘I don’t want to breathe…’

“You were saying, you don’t remember?” He breathed against my neck.

My nipples were hardened and aroused, I had suspicion that they were visible against my plain top.

And oh! I remembered!

‘I remembered what happened last night!’

I remembered the way I caressed his entire sexy body. I remembered how I fondled him, the way I tasted and enjoyed his...