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"I fucken hate you!" she frowned deeply as she slumped on the soft bed. Blaine laughed a bit. 

They're just arriving at a five-star hotel in California—Annalise can barely move since they made love throughout the entire flight. 

"Baby don't be like that" he pouted cutely at her once he was done arranging their clothes in the wardrobe. 

Annalise was having none of it. Sporadically, she wonders where he stamina comes from. "I still hate you, "she responded, rolling over the bed. "And I fucking' love you!" he winked cheekily as he slipped into a t-shirt…

She got a glance of his abs before that, almost drooling at it. "Where are you going too?" she had asked when he headed for the door.