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“Ow ow ow, Turn off the damn light.” Eddie Volkov groaned and threw an arm over his eyes to block the blazing sunshine streaming through the skylight above his bed. December mornings should be mercifully dim and gray, not sharp enough to stab his bleary eyeballs.

The hangover kettledrums in his skull pounded him fully awake. Not December. January first.

He held his breath and turned his head. Beside him, soft curves undulated beneath the quilt. A blaze of electric blue hair fanned over his spare pillow. As he wound a curl around his trembling finger, images solidified—hot breath, scorching kisses, moans and pleas and silky tattooed skin. Cloud-soft breasts filling his hands, cushy thighs gripping his hips, pulling him closer, tighter. Bright, dark eyes that saw past his awkwardness and right into his defenseless soul. Those same eyes squinched tight as her sweet, fiery pussy clenched around his cock again and again, his name tumbling from her lips.

Rosie. Here. In my bed. After a year of silent pining, his wish had been granted.

He hadn’t dared hope she meant anything by it when she kissed him beneath the mistletoe at work. After all, she flirted with all her customers at Bangers Tavern. But more mistletoe kisses followed in the weeks leading up to Christmas, just quick smooches as if she were sampling him, deciding if he was worth a tumble. He put everything he had into those kisses—not too handsy, not too wet, carefully angling his hips away to hide his insistent erection. Each time, she broke away with an enigmatic smile. Never asked for more, never lingered to chat after work.

Yesterday he arrived at Bangers to find the Christmas decorations replaced by New Year’s streamers and balloons. No more mistletoe. And that, he figured, that was that. Time to surrender his stupid hopes and get on with his life.

But after closing time, the whole Bangers crew stayed to toast the new year. River, their head bartender, poured a round of champagne sparklers, and then another. Maybe two more. Who knows? Kiara cranked up the music, and they all danced in a giddy, exhausted scrum, kicking up streamers and half-deflated balloons. One by one, his work family took their leave until only he and Rosie remained, swaying and laughing under the spinning disco ball. With his arms around her lush curves, Eddie forgot his awkwardness and asked for one more kiss. Nothing would come of it, right?

Never in his twenty-eight years was he happier to be wrong.

And here she lay, sleeping peacefully beside him, every glorious, tattooed inch of her heating his bed and sparking new hope. She spent the night. That means she wants more than a one-night stand, right? Tickly warmth spread from his chest all the way to his fingers and toes. Burying his mile-wide grin in the pillow, he whispered, “Yessss.”

Fearful of waking her, he scooted closer. His painfully hard cock throbbed inside his—check that, no shorts. I just slept naked beside the most beautiful girl on the planet. Happy New Year to me. His inner caveman begged to grasp her tight and bury himself inside her. But no, that would be creepy. He needed her wide awake before asking for another round. And maybe she didn’t even like morning sex. Maybe she’d want to pee first, or brush her teeth, or unsnarl her hair. Did he have a spare toothbrush? Should he make coffee? Pancakes? Eggs?

Shit and double shit—his parents expected him for New Year’s brunch. What time? He twisted to reach for his notebook. Not there, on the corner of his nightstand where he always left it. Had he dropped it somewhere? Left it at the bar? The hangover drumline kicked up the tempo as he searched his fuzzy brain.

Whose idea had it been to come back to his place? Memories dissolved and ran like watercolors, leaving a blurred puddle of sensations—breathless whispers, giddy laughter, lingering gazes, tracing the swirls and lines of her tattoos with his lips and tongue. Glorious. Heavenly. Perfect.

Totally worth losing the notebook. He turned back to Rosie’s sleepy-soft body, gingerly slid his arm around her middle, and nestled his chin into the sweet-scented crook of her neck. For the first time in as long as he remembered, he didn’t give a damn about checking his morning to-do list. Who needs daily goals and affirmations when you have a goddess snoring softly in your ear? He pressed his lips to her temple and surrendered to sleep.

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