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“See you later,” I announce over a yawn. When they are gone, Hayden’s words register. “Wait, isn’t Illusions where they rip into rich folk and celebrities?”

Hayden’s lips twitch. “Yes. Sorry. It was a knee-jerk reaction from them being mean to you.”

I laugh. “It will probably go over my mum’s head anyway.”

“I need sleep.” Mark yawns. “Are you coming? Your bed is calling me.”

“I’m going to sleep in my bed. You can go to sleep in yours,” I retort. He’s not yet forgiven.

“But you’ll miss me,” he states, caging me in the chair.

I narrow my gaze. “No, I miss my cat. I miss my friend. I miss Chinese on a Friday. But you, Mark Carter, do not make the list.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Please,” he pleads. “Don’t make me go back to my room. It will smell like farts and Liam’s bad odour.”

“Not my problem,” I whisper when he presses another kiss to my lips.

“I’ll make it up to you when you wake up,” he rasps.

“Since that’s what got you into my bad books, I think not.”

He grabs my waist, and I flinch back, ticklish. “Don’t you dare,” I warn. He knows how ticklish I am. He’s known since I kicked him in the face when he tried it the other night.

“Then let me sleep with you,” he pleads, a glint in his eye.

“Don’t,” I warn him again. Laughter spills out of me when he begins to tickle my sides. “Stop!”

“Not until you agree to let me sleep with you,” he announces loudly. The room quiets, and he gulps. “I meant sleep as in sleep. Get your minds out of the gutter, people.”

I groan with embarrassment. “Seriously?” I growl.

“Are you going to say yes?”

“Never,” I drawl.

“I’ll see you guys later,” he announces, and for a moment, a split moment, I think he’s finally given up. But then I’m swung up over his shoulder.

“What are you doing, you big goof. Put me down right now. I’ve just eaten.”

“Nope. We’re going to bed. I need sleep. And I refuse to do it without you next to me.”

Okay, that is pretty sweet.

More than sweet. Romantic.

“If you snore, move around a lot, or even disturb me once, you are gone, and I’ll be asking to switch rooms,” I warn.

“I won’t, I swear. You won’t regret it.”

God, I hope not. Because this man is slowly worming his way inside my heart.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Freya

A big, goofy grin spreads across my face as I watch the man I’ve been sharing a bed with get sandwiched between two drag queens. His cheeks are squished between two blow up breasts. Liam isn’t faring well either. His shirt has been stripped and he’s being tossed side to side as he struggles to keep up with the dancing. Both seem to be having the time of their lives however.

“This is the best holiday ever,” Charlotte snickers, holding up her phone to record.

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