Page 113 of I Heart Mason Cartwright

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I breathe him in. He smells like a mix of cologne and sex.

Me.

My scent is on him.

I like that. A lot.

I settle in to watch his show with him. If I’m his girl, then he must be my guy.

I’m watching TV with my guy.

I smile, and close my eyes, ready to fall back asleep content and happy.

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