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Quietly, I got up and got dressed. Colton didn’t move. He was clearly a heavy sleeper.
I didn’t mind so much.
I slipped out of his apartment and called an Uber from the parking lot. The sun was starting to rise, and I watched it until my car arrived.
Twenty minutes later, I let myself into the hotel room, yawning.
The room was empty.
Marilyn must’ve gotten lucky, too.
That was fine. I wanted to be alone for a minute, anyway. I took a long, hot shower and crawled into bed in comfy pajamas, hugging my pillow tight.
That had been fun.
Even if nothing else happened, this had already been worth it.
