Michael wrapped a towel around his waist and raked his fingers through his still drenched hair, slicking it back a bit.
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The only thing that went through Michael’s mind was that she was bat-shit crazy.
But also, that he was one-hundred percent head over heels in love with her.
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“Why are you so hyper?”
And why was she still here? His little sister had the ability to overstay her welcome way too often.
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The Madison Suite was gorgeous, with its luxurious furniture and sumptuous textiles. Still, Michael barely paid attention to the surroundings.
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