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I wake to that feeling that it's not morning, yet the world is calling. As I blink my eyes, I see the way the otherwise-dark bedroom fills with light and different colors. Reaching for Sami, I find only cool sheets. They weren't cool by the time we finally gave into sleep. No, they were on f*****g fire.
Unabashed receptiveness is something I need to add to my growing list of Sami's attributes.
Sitting up, I see my best friend through the darkness, sitting at her desk in front of her laptop. The light from the screen reflects off her white satin robe and her long chestnut hair is now piled on her head in a messy bun, giving me a sexy silhouette of her slender neck as she shakes her head.
I blink again and again, finally noticing but not understanding what she has on the screen
