I thought about cutting the stems and using the flower food packet that came with the bouquet, but it was pointless hanging on to them. I'd throw the arrangement away tomorrow, the last reminder of my equally doomed relationship. I'd gotten farther with Gideon in one week than I had with other relationships that lasted two years. I would always love him for that. Maybe I'd always love him, period. And one day, that might not hurt so badly. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead," Cary singsonged as he yanked the comforter off of me. "Ugh. Go away." "You've got five minutes to get your ass up and in the shower, or the shower's coming to you." Opening one eye, I peeked at him. He was shirtless and wearing baggy pants that barely clung to his hips. As far as wake-up calls went, he was prime. "Why do I have to get up?" "Because when you're flat on your back you're not on your feet." "Wow. That was deep, Cary Taylor."
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