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I woke in the middle of the night freezing cold on my front. My back was warm where he curled around me, and it took me a minute to get that we were still on top of the sheets of his bed. A flash of panic grabbed me—I couldn't sleep there all night, couldn't wake up and see his embarrassed smile and hear words about why this was a mistake. For me there was no mistake.
I slipped out of his arms and back to my bedroom, leaving my clothes on his floor. Even though the clock read 3am, I stepped into the shower before climbing into the soft sheets. The first guy I really wanted to spend the first night in his arms, and I left because I was afraid. Classic New Megan.
The sun was bright when I woke at last and stumbled out of bed. I cracked the bedroom door carefully to listen, but the place was silent—well, except for the symbolic screaming my gown and--oh, god, kill me now--panties were doing from the hanger on my doorknob. I grabbed them both and tucked them away, then peeked out again to find his door open and the room definitely empty. Matter of fact, the whole house seemed dead. Too antsy to sit around, I jumped into my swimsuit and went to the pool.
The water was cold but I didn't care. Half an hour of strong laps soothed me a little and tired me after my night. I hoisted out and sat with my feet in the water, staring vacantly into the blue. It was just good sex. You needed it. It wasn’t a big deal.
It was so a big deal.
Skye McDonald is my pen name for the series of novels I’ve written. Each of the books features its own protagonists, and can be read as a standalone novel; however, this seven-book-and-growing series is the world of a group of friends and family, and you will meet your favorite characters again in supporting roles as you progress through the books.