The steady swoosh of the water sounded much closer than it usually did and I wondered if I had slept with my window open last night.I rolled over to look at the clock on the floor next to my mattress. But instead, an unfamiliar blue lamp and a stack of books on a table I’d never seen before greeted me.I sat up, rubbing away sleep from my bleary eyes. I lay tangled in strange sheets in a bed—an actual bed, not just mattresses on the floor—in a bedroom that was not mine. The swirls of cream and blue on the wallpaper made me think of the ocean, and the pictures on the walls were of people I didn’t know, except for the photo of Sailor tucked into the mirror over the dresser across from me.The ocean sound stopped and I turned my head toward a door to my right. The sound of a shower door opened and then closed in the room beyond.Oh my god, I had spent the night with Dylan. In his bed. Had we...?I still wore his clothes, an old T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Memories of the day before came flooding back as I stared down at the unfamiliar clothes.I wasn’t human.
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