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Sleep tries to keep me under as long as it can, the sun barely on the horizon and the tent warm and still smelling like sex from last night. It brings back a flood of memories and endorphins that I fight down, but it’s a siren’s call, and I feel helpless against it.

Everything was perfect yesterday, and even more perfect is the idea that once we’re back at Driftwood, Leena is going to accept the mate bond. Not that it will change much aside from how ...