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... roll over, but found that I couldn’t move my left arm. Or my right leg.
There was a weight pressing down on me. A soft, warm, lavender-scented weight.
I cracked one eye open.
Ariana was sprawled on top of me.
Sometime during the night, the polite distance we had maintained had completely collapsed. Her head was resting on my chest, rising and falling with my breathing. Her arm was thrown across my stomach, and her leg was tangled with mine beneath the sheets.
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