“Eight-forty-five,” I responded, sipping gratefully at the cold water. All that heavy breathing and moaning was thirsty work.
“Excellent,” she said, looking sideways at Matt where he had perched on the arm of the couch, drinking his own glass of water. “Because there are a couple of other things I’ve always wanted to try,” she finished. And she smiled.
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