"Something like that," she muttered, pulling him up and helping him get situated in bed. She reached down, straightening up the covers so that they were completely tangled or in a big heap at the foot of the bed. Satisfied, she started to reach for her chair, but he had grasped her hand and squeezed it, and she paused.
"You're welcome," she said after a few seconds. She had noticed the blush in his cheeks and couldn't help one of her own before she gingerly pulled her hand back and finally got the chair.
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