Georgie’s sex clenched, causing a twinge of minor soreness. There was a low groan from the bedroom, followed by the creaking of bedsprings. That’s what a cool, casual chick would do, right? Not present her Costco contraband after night one. Maybe she should put it away and suggest he brush with his finger. Hopefully that wouldn’t freak him out, having his own toothbrush. She’d already laid out a packaged spare on the sink for Travis when he finally woke up. Unable to shake the encroaching gloom, Georgie dipped back into the bathroom to rinse out her mouth, stowing her toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. After being with her like this, could he really foresee ending it so easily? and he went and found a different one? With someone else who wanted a future filled with fewer rug rats? After all, he had been the one to insist their fake-dating plan remain in motion even while they slept together. What if she succeeded in making him believe he was worthy of a healthy relationship. She was beginning to feel like she’d set herself up for one epic fall. Who knew she was such a sucker for a filthy mouth? Although Travis had surely made mention of them last night on the couch. There was a fuzzy koala doing somersaults in her stomach, tickling her ribs and pressing down on her unmentionable parts. He was facedown, legs and arms sprawled in four directions, his taut, naked ass a sight for sore eyes among the sheets. Georgie closed her mouth tight around the toothbrush, trying to keep the scrubbing noise from waking him up.
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