Chapter 337

The sun filtered through the curtains, scattering dappled light across the bed as morning broke.

Mandy's head felt like it was about to explode-a pounding, merciless ache. Worse still, her entire body throbbed as though it had been taken apart and put back together, every muscle sore, but especially down below-enough to make her suck in a sharp breath.

With great effort, she forced her heavy eyelids open.

The first thing she saw was Liam's face—a striking, almost impossibly handsome sight that made it hard to look away.

For a moment, Mandy froze, her mind thick with confusion, as if her thoughts had been dipped in glue.

What the hell happened?

Why was Liam in her bed?

Wait-no. This wasn't even her bed.

For a wild second, Mandy wondered if she was dreaming. Maybe her crush on Liam had gone so far that she was actually making up this kind of dream.

But reality crashed in fast-the pain in her head and body was all too real. If this was a dream, it was the most excruciating one ever.

and her eyes went wide. Both she

ran along Liam's neck and chest -undeniable evidence of what

heart skipped a beat, panic flaring

no-this couldn't be

throat dry, and gingerly lifted the

anatomy, her cheeks flushed a deep

and Liam

good-looking in the soft

as she could so as not to wake him, then

a

with no other choice, she pulled on Liam's shirt and sweatpants. They hung off her in oversized folds, but

an hour passed before Liam

around the room. When he realized Mandy was gone,

splash of crimson blooming

flashes of last night's passion

Mandy's number, already thinking of how he might tease

call

again. And again. Still

it is, Mandy? Use me and then block my number? Who do you think I am?" He scoffed, half amused, half annoyed. "Well, you're still with the Fosters.

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