It was so bright she had to squint, slowly allowing the brightness into her eyes in order to glance around the room. The white walls were glaring, so she pinched her eyes closed for a moment, getting her bearings. Her walls were normally dull yellow, not white, and she had pictures and photos placed sporadically around the studio. Something wasn’t right. Then it all came flooding back, the long night with Ash, showering in his apartment, falling asleep in his arms. She must be really groggy. She needed to shake off the sleep. At least she had slept well. She felt rested. Whatever exhaustion had accumulated inside of her over the months felt completely gone. She rolled over onto her back, curious if Ash was still there. He was. She face the length of his bare back, glanced along the slight curve where his waist met his hips, a spot so sexy it begged to be touched.
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