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I closed my eyes, not able to look at him. This was awful. But he was going to see it. I couldn’t hide the fact that the sheets were going to need to be changed.
“I did something—I mean, I think it was me. The bed …” I was going to die. Right now, this very moment.
A rumble in his chest surprised me, and I opened my eyes to look at him.
He smirked, then reached up to brush my bottom lip. “I told you that you made a mess.”
