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Piercing hammers inside my skull remind me of last night's binge. I wish someone would just knock me out and put me out of my misery.Opening my eyes, I frown, looking around the unfamiliar cave.If this isn't my cave...Swallowing thickly, I slowly turn to look down at the bed. Oh. Shit.Arawn is fast asleep, his tanned, well-muscled form taking up more than half of the pallet.OMG Fallon, what have you done? Exactly how much did I have to drink that this sounded like a good idea?I try to slip away, leaving behind the gorgeous alien-dragon, but I'm not kidding anyone, including myself. I make my time-honored and traditional Walk of Shame.Too bad the fiercely possessive and cocky Arawn isn't going to let me go that easy.
