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Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman. Where he'd gone, I had no clue.
" The constant buzz of one of our phones on the nightstand had us both looking in that direction. It stopped a second later. When there wasn't a ding that the caller had left a voicemail, Chris laid his free arm across my chest under my breasts and rested his chin on his forearm, his dark eyes on mine. "I'd never regretted the piercings.