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My main concern with Leo? Not knowing how he was going to feel about how assertive I’d been the night before, not knowing if he was actually into me being the dominant one when he seemed like he was so used to being in control. He’d seemed pretty into the whole thing, but it wouldn’t be unusual for him to change his mind once he woke up.

There was also the possibility that he saw this as a one-time thing and wouldn’t want anything else to do with me afterward.

Shit.

That would’ve been the worst kind of irony.

“What happens if we can’t collate the pages in time?” Leo murmured in his sleep. “Listen, if we don’t get these documents faxed over, the dog is going to win the presidency… dog president… we can’t have a dog president…”

I lightly chuckled before I kissed him awake, softly planting my lips against his cheeks one at a time. “Dear God, we can’t have a dog president, now can we?”

Leo grunted before he loudly yawned. He then blinked a few times as he looked up at me, like I was slowly coming into view. “Oh. Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Good morning.” Leo changed up his greeting, as a warm smile came over his face. “Fun fact, you look just as good in the morning as you do at night.”

“Same to you.”

Leo reached his hand out toward mine. “Last night was great. Like, really great. Did you have a good time?”

“I had the best time,” I admitted as I shifted closer to him. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

“Like we should tip someone off about sanitizing the sauna,” he joked. “And like…”

“And like?”

“Shit!” Leo’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Fuck. I’ve got to go.”

“Wait—”

Leo was already pulling his towel around his waist. “Sorry. I just need to put out a few fires. Or I guess, one really big fire.”

“The whole photoshoot thing?”

“The whole photoshoot thing,” Leo repeated, but his tone was manic. “I’ll catch up with you later?”

“Yeah. We can catch up later. See you around?—”

Before I could even finish my sentence, Leo was already out the door.

“You look like shit, Bradley.”

It was the first thing I said when I found my cousin sitting in one of the lobbies. He had an open bottle of Aspirin in front of him, with a shot of whiskey right beside it.

“Hair of the dog?” I asked, taking a seat next to him on the couch. “But also, a bad headache you’re trying to magically make go away by drinking more?”

“Long night.” Bradley grunted. “Those guys really know how to live it up.”

“Yeah, I believe you.” I chuckled. “I’ll probably be keeping my distance. Only one of us can be the party guy, right?”

“I’m not the party guy.”

“Weren’t you up all night partying?”

“That’s irrelevant.”

I shook my head with a smirk. “So, what’s the verdict on the snow outside?”

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