Page 32 of Mended Hearts

I’m out. *peace sign emojis*

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Rhyett

Jesus Christ, can we not run off the sisters please, jackass?

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Greyson Hart

Menaces. All of you.

Kaia

Yoo-hoo!

Leighton! Get your ass out of bed, sleepy head!

Paxton

I’m headed that way with coffee and danishes. I’ll drag her ass out.

Alice

Approach with caution. Jax says she was drunk enough that Ollie had to take her home last night.

Paxton

*Raised eyebrow emoji* She looked fine to me.

Kaia

You know how she is whilst hungover.

Paxton

Valid argument. What if I bring a sludge cup and an extra danish?

Greyson

Guard your face.

The incessant buzzof my cell had me peeling open my eyes into the warm autumn light of mid-morning. Only the Rhodes could vibrate a phone right off a bedside table—the big, lovable lunatics. Glaring at my cell on the floor, I decided I was keeping my liquid body right where it was, tucked snugly into my duvet, drifting back to sleep with the sun on my skin.

This was my favorite time of day in the loft—the golden blanket of sunshine pouring through the windows lit up the entire space, and I soaked up every single ounce of it. I felt… rested. And oh-so-content. Hell, even the ache between my legs was welcome.

My eyes flew open.

I rolled over like an alligator, tangling myself in the sheets—only to come face to face with none other than a sleeping Oliver Hart.

Breathtaking. Sun-drenched. Dark curls fell across his forehead, and miles of gorgeous olive skin stretched against my white bedding. My mouth went dry. I had to physically restrain myself from tracing that stunning shoulder tattoo.

My hands flew to cover my mouth as the night before flooded back.

So much alcohol.

Laughing the entire drive home.

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