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“You got me to bed without waking me up? That’s a skill.”

“You didn’t wake up?”

“I don’t think so. Why? Did you think I was awake? Was I talking in my sleep?”

I smile. “A little.”

“Garret.” She pushes my shoulder back. “What did I say? Was it embarrassing?”

“You said something about how you wanted to have sex with me and couldn’t wait until morning.” I shrug. “I told you you’d have to wait. I was tired.”

She looks like she really believes me. “You turned me down? Seriously? I can’t believe you didn’t wake me up.”

I laugh. “You’re right. If you’d said that, I totally would’ve woken you up.”

“What did I really say in my sleep?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I gaze down at her neon green sports bra, then down to her flat, tan stomach still dotted with sweat. I get out of bed and haul her up over my shoulder, my hands cupping her tight little ass as I walk to the bathroom. “Let’s get you in the shower, dirty girl.”

“I’m not dirty. I’m sweaty.”

“You’re both. You’re sweaty because you ran and you’re dirty because you were having sex dreams last night.” I reach in and turn the shower on.

“You just said you were making that up.”

“Whatever. I know you dream about us having sex.” I set her down and hold the shower door open.

“Maybe sometimes.” She strips her bra and shorts off. “So you want to make my dreams come true?”

“Always.” I follow her into the shower. And our morning tradition continues.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE

JADE

After we shower, I search through the dresser trying to remember where I put stuff yesterday. As I find some shorts, Garret comes out of the bathroom, naked of course. The guy has no problem being naked. He’ll walk right past an open window completely naked and not even give it a thought. Me? I never leave the bathroom without a towel around me or a robe or a long t-shirt. And the few times I’m not covered up, I at least make sure the blinds are shut.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Garret joins me at the dresser.

I try not to look at his naked body. If I do, we’ll end up right back in bed. I swear that’s why he does it.

“I have to do some cleaning and then I need to go to the grocery store.”

“Why do you need to clean? The place looks fine.” He opens the top drawer and pulls out his boxers.

“Because your dad’s coming on Thursday and I want our place to look nice.”

“Don’t worry about it. My dad doesn’t care.” Garret puts his boxers on, making him a little less distracting. But then my eyes drift up to his tan, muscular chest.

I go to the walk-in closet, distancing myself from him before I end up dragging him back to the bed.

“Are you kidding? Your dad’s house is spotless. I’m sure he’ll notice if ours isn’t.”

“Jade, I swear to you, my dad doesn’t care. Katherine’s the one who’s obsessed with things being spotless. I mean, yeah, if we had day-old sandwiches sitting out and piles of dirty clothes everywhere, he’d notice. But a little dust or whatever else you’re worried about? He won’t notice.”

“I still think I should clean at least a little.” I put on a lightweight, button-up shirt because it’s supposed to be really hot out again today.

“Then I’ll help.” He meets me in the closet, shirtless but wearing shorts. “What do you need me to do?”

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