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Chapter Twenty
I felt his fingers tracing designs on my hip and I opened my eyes to lock with his.
“Good morning, beautiful” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.“You’re still here…” I breathed, cupping his face with one hand, my thumb traced his lower lip.
Derek kissed my thumb, then grabbed my face bringing it forward for a harsher kiss.“Where else would I be?”
I didn’t answer and we just laid staring at each other for awhile before my stomach rudely growled. He chuckled, moving his hand to rub it. The motion made me tense, uncomfortable with how intimate it felt. Brushing a small kiss on my stomach, Derek sighed and got off the bed.
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