Chapter Thirteen

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No.

My eyes snap open.

No no no no no.

I did not just have a sex dream about Wells Hansen.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, burying my face into my pillow, trying to will the dream away. But it only makes it worse as the most deliciously vivid images of the dream replay like a broken record in my mind.

Clothes off, him over me, lips on me, hands tracing down...

"Shit" I mumble into my pillow.

Sober Juniper will absolutely never forgive drunk Juniper for dancing with Wells the way she did four nights ago. Because now, it's all sober Juniper can think about. Stupid, stupid, stupid drunk Juniper.

I'm definitely not thinking about that vibrator I know Delaney threw in my suitcase before we got here.

I snap my eyes open again, rip the covers off me, and dash to the shower. I hastily strip my clothes off and step under the iciest-cold water possible, determined to wash away the remnants of the dream.

It doesn't work.

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