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With what felt like cotton wool in her mouth and her ears, Kadie tried to pry open her scratchy eyes, only to snap them shut at the instant stab of pressure and pain between them. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know how she got here. She couldn’t even remember where she’d been. The blankets around her were stiff. The pillow was so flat that the stuffing had long been worn out, and the place smelled fusty, like old fetid mold meets sweat, and s*x, and... something. A long distant memory maybe, a vague recollection of a scent, something precious, safe... loved.
“Tuck,” she whispered through dried lips.
Another dream, it had to be, she couldn’t take much more of it. This wasn’t the first time she’d woken up with him in her senses, with the dream of his han
