With a yawn and a languid stretch, Jayden Parrish prepared to face the day. "What the hell?" she muttered, feeling a gritty substance beneath her arm. When the realization dawned that there was sand in her bed, she bolted upright.
There was sand in her bed! Feeling an itching sensation on her head, she reached up hesitantly, afraid of what sheβd find. "This isnβt possible," she groaned. There was sand in her hair. Her hands began to tremble. Her heart began to race, and she was sure she was going to be sick.
"No, dammit. This isnβt real," Jayden insisted. Sheβd fallen asleep in her bed and she woke up in that same bed. "It was just a dream." An incredibly erotic dream, but it was still just a dream. Even as her psyche rebelled against the evidence to the contrary, some elemental part of Jayden knew that what happened to her last night had been no dream.
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