All the couples that Alaia Repond has gotten together have stayed happily together, and at this point, she really should consider matchmaking as a profession. So when her close friend Ollie asks her to set up a friend of his, she's more than happy t...
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Alaia wakes up in her hotel room with someone beside her.
She turns to look at the person next to her, and sees Franco, still fast asleep.
And for the first time, she's in no rush to leave — partly because this is also her hotel room, but also, she doesn't feel the need to force herself to forget about whatever happened last night.
Was it the best hookup of her life? Yes, by miles. Was she going to have to act like things were normal in front of all of her friends? Definitely.
Alaia doesn't even know how she's going to set Franco up with one of her friends after everything that happened last night. From the way he kissed her, marked her up, the way he felt inside her — how was she even supposed to matchmake him now when she knows what all that feels like?
And god, that fucking nickname that he was so hellbent on calling her — querida — slipped from his lips countless times last night. He'd said it, he'd panted it, he'd moaned it — no. It was far too early for this, she thinks. Alaia's cheeks burn at the memory.
She wanted it — she wanted him. And is it crazy to say that she wants it to happen again?
"Good morning," he says, squinting to adjust to the light. Oh, so he'd woken up. She looks at him, and she smiles softly.
"Morning."
His eyes flit towards her neck, and he notices those purple marks that he'd left — he suddenly remembers that time he ran into her in the hallway, sporting similar marks. The only difference is that he had made these ones, and it makes him feel... good. Even proud, almost.
