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Then a pause and, "You're an amazing man."

Several seconds of silence, then, "And the way you wear your baseball uniform is to die for!"

By the time I reach the bed, she's gone.

Unconscious, her head rests against my groin as I sit her down on the side of the bed. Freeing her hair from its holder.

My cock wakes with her touch, but there will be no more of Breezy until she's sober.

I lay her down and position her. Placing her long legs so her knees aren't kinked. Then cover her with the sheet and kiss her sweet lips goodnight. She looks like a princess lying there with her hair spilling out on the pillow and her sun-kissed Florida tan.

I chuckle. I don't know whether to thank Brandon or curse him. Only time will tell.

I walk out onto the front porch as the sun sets. It's nine o'clock, and the horses haven't eaten yet.

ChapterFour

Summer

Islept like a log.

I roll over in the bed and reach for my body pillow to snuggle. It's not close, so my hand searches for it under the warmth of the blanket.

Blanket?

My eyes shoot wide open! Horrified, I realize I'm in Blaze's bed in the cabin.

Oh. My. God! No, no, no! I didn't! Did I?

I freeze, not wanting to be discovered.

He isn't in bed with me. Maybe we didn't.

My face crinkles thinking.

But if I'm in his bed, not mine, that means I was snuggling with him and not my body pillow.

Oh. God!

The memory of what happened last night hits me. Every last sensational detail and my breath vanishes.

I'm such a whore!

My face crinkles again with the pain of the truth.

I begged him!

Please, Time, stop! Just stop!

But it doesn't. My heart continues to beat.

Afraid to lift my head or move a muscle in case Blaze is close by, I lay there reviewing the reality of what happened. I remember being terrified of sleeping with him. Afraid I would give in to the lust I have for him, and it would ruin everything. Not only between us but between Jenny and me.

Then drinking his homemade booze. Hoping it would give me the courage to turn him down. But instead, it had to opposite effect. No amount of booze could cleanse my body of my lust for him. He is simply too much man to refuse.

My hand covers my face as I remember what happened between us after I chugged from the bottle. Not as the physical connection of he did this, and it was great, but rather as the emotions I felt in my drunken state. Horniness, neediness, hussiness, whorishness, then pure euphoria.

The last thing I remember was how at peace my soul was as he walked up the stairs with me cradled in his arms.

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