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He pulls me back into his arms, his hold so tight I can barely breathe. There’s no talking this time, just his heart thumping loudly beneath my ear. I’m not sure when I slip into sleep. When I wake up it’s to Felix walking on my head. I turn over to find I’m in bed. The clock says it’s a little after one in the morning. Telling myself to stay in bed I get up, and I’m not surprised, just sad to find Leo gone. My chest thumps painfully to find the keys he had used on the kitchen counter.

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Felix meows as he swishes around my feet. I ignore him, his warning unheeded Felix jumps on to my desk sending my phone flying off the desk. Then strolls across my keyboard with his butt in my face. “Asshole,” I mutter as I push him away. Oh, shit. It’s almost four o’clock. No way. I’ve been up and writing since seven this morning. The last time I stopped was around eleven to have lunch and feed Felix. Standing up I stretch, now I feel all the hours of not moving as my back protests.

Ow, crap my back hurts. Shit, I need to get moving. In the bathroom, I turn on my flat iron then go into my closet. Holy crap, I have no idea what to wear. I hear my phone ringing. My heart pounds hard to see Leo’s number. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, great actually. I woke up at seven this morning and felt so good that I actually started writing again. I’ve gotten almost six thousand words in, and they don’t feel like they suck.”

The sound of Leo’s chuckle sends a shiver through me. I love that sound. “I’m happy to hear it. Are you getting ready?”

“I’m just trying to figure out what to wear. I have no idea.”

“The blue velvet wrap dress and leave your hair down.”

Only Leo would call a Monique Lhuillier dress the velvet one. With a happy sigh at his answer, I grab the dress from the now overflowing closet. Leo loves the wrap dresses, how they come open easily from a catch at my waist. I like how they give me a waist and how my breasts, the ones I once thought of as too big, I now take pride in since Leo loves them so much, look awesome in them. “Yes, sir, any other instructions?”

“Yes, those will come later. I will see you in forty-five minutes.”