[ That bed, she decides, will do nicely. It's occupied, and it's occupied by someone she knows, but that really doesn't matter. She invites herself in from the doorway and makes straight for it, stepping out of her shoes along the way. From there she tugs up the sheet, slips under, and curls herself against the warm body already there.
And he is warm. It's nice. All she really wanted, she realizes. How convenient that he should be right here waiting for her to stumble upon. ]
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And he is warm. It's nice. All she really wanted, she realizes. How convenient that he should be right here waiting for her to stumble upon. ]