Morning meant eyes popping open when Sammy tried to stretch and couldn't move. Arms held her close and she felt a face against her neck. The solid warm presence at her back made her panic for a second before she remembered where she was and whose bed she was in.
Then she smiled to herself. She'd slept. Actual sleep. For longer than a few hours. This guy, this amazing guy with the magic touch, got that she wanted to only sleep. This guy was a keeper.
She listened for any sounds coming from outside in the hall. If Evelyn was moving around, Sammy would use a temporal pause to get to her room.
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