I’m not the kind of guy to focus on regret. Things play out how they’re meant to.” — Jendan Abercrombie, Juror Number 2, Endurance Island: Power Players God, I’d slept so well. I stretched an arm over my head, my eyes still firmly closed. Sunlight was streaming in through a nearby window, and I was so deliciously comfortable that I didn’t want to wake up and ruin the cocoon of bliss I was currently ensconced in. There was no need to wake up anytime soon. The game was over, after all. I rubbed my foot along the strong leg wedged between my own and burrowed deeper against the warm body. There’d be plenty of time in the morning to find Jendan… Morning… Sunlight… Something tickled my mind as ‘not right’ and I cracked an eye open. There, sprawled against me on top of the blankets, was Jendan, fast asleep. My cheek was pressed to his chest, and there was a patch of drool where I’d been sleeping. My legs were tangled with his, and my hair was all over his chest. Bright early morning sunlight streamed in through the plantation blinds.
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