CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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I wake up in Don's arms.

"Morning, pretty," he mumbles on my hair as I smile. It feels good to be in his arms.

"Morning," I say, standing up from the bed to get ready for the day.

The idea of staying off school for a couple of days makes me love Fridays. After cleaning up, I put on a white gown. I pick strands from the sides of my hair and use a hair clip to put the strands together in the middle.

Don comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel hangs dangerously low.

He looks so hot. If...