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... ll, throbbing, pounding headache, and a sharp, fiery, stinging in his left palm. His second sensation was cold. He was wet. No... not wet. He was damp. And he was... warm.
He opened his eyes. This was not his room. It was not Senna’s. The air smelled of lavender.
He was in Marissa’s bed. He was still shirtless, but he was under a thick, warm, and blessedly dry quilt, which had been thrown over his damp trousers.
"Are you feeling alright now?"
He turned his head. M ...
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