Anya was stretched out face down /across/ her bed. She had stumbled up from the lab and fell on the bed and promptly passed out. At least she had left the lab. There had been way too many times where she just put her head down on the desk or leaned back in the chair and fell asleep where she sat.
She rolled over, opened her eyes and sat up. She saw Steve. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. Was she that overtired that she was hallucinating? She looked again. Nope. Still there. That only meant it was him.
She smiled. "Hello Handsome. What will my boyfriend think with you sneaking into my room like this?"
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