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Walking up to the front door of her apartment, I look down at my shirt and make sure it’s not too wrinkled from the flight over here. Checking the flowers one more time, I knock on the door and wait. Almost immediately, Aurora answers the door.

“Santi,” she gasps. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you,” I say as I hand her the flowers.

Aurora takes them with a small smile on her face and brings them up to her nose and smells them.

“No one’s ever brought me flowers before.” She blushes. “Thank you. Come on in. Do you have a bag or anything?” she says, moving to the side.

I shake my head as I step inside and look around her place. “Nah, it’s just me.”

It’s everything I’ve heard a New York City apartment is. It’s the size of a closet but tidy.

“What brought you by?”

Slowly I reach toward my back pocket and pull out a can of whipped cream. “You said to bring some over?” I smirk as her eyes go wide. “Have any of that cherry cobbler left?”

Aurora checks me out as she bites her lip before stepping forward slowly. “I have a better idea for that whipped cream,” she says quietly as she grabs my shirt, pulling me forward.

Aurora’s lips meet mine, and I can’t help but pull her into me. Letting her feel what she does to me. Aurora moans into my mouth before pulling away. “My room, now, and bring the cream.”

I follow Aurora down the hall like the good boy I am. She giggles as she takes off pieces of clothing, leaving a trail to her room. By the time I step inside, she’s completely naked, legs spread as she plays with her pussy.

“What are you waiting for?”

Quickly I strip and uncap the whipped cream. Aurora gasps as I spray some on her mound. Crawling onto the bed, I lie between her knees.

“Hold on,” I say before licking her clean.

Aurora’s hands pull at my hair as she cries out, riding my face. “Yes! Yes, right there, Santi!”

I wake with a start, groaning. The fucking dream was so real I swear I can taste her, feel her hands in my hair. Pulling the covers back, I see that I did in fact have a wet dream about her. That fucking woman. Crawling out of bed, I strip the sheets from the bed before taking a cold, cold shower.

One thing is for sure, I will have Aurora beneath me one day, Ezra be damned.

Six

Propped up on my headboard, I strum on my acoustic guitar as I watch the sun come up. The sun peeks between buildings, casting a soft-orange glow over the city. I’m a night owl through and through, but there’s just something about watching the sun rise every day. It’s a reminder that yesterday is in the past and you can make the new day whatever the fuck you want.

I start strumming “Closer” by the Chainsmokers and smirk.

I wonder if Aurora would let me pull her closer.

Nah, if I got the girl in my bed, she wouldn’t leave. Shit, if we got her into bed with all of us, no one would leave.

I need sleep.

Getting off the bed, I put the guitar in its stand and leave my room. Walking across the hall, I let myself into the blacked-out bedroom. Taking off my shirt, I drop it onto the floor before crawling under the covers.

Drake shifts in bed and rasps. “You good?”

“Yeah, go to sleep,” I say as I punch the pillow, trying to get comfortable.

“Everything at the club go okay last night?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his interrogation that he won’t remember when he wakes up in a few hours. “Go back to sleep.”

As Drake’s breathing evens out, my mind starts to clear.

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