AZALEA'S POV
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There's absolutely nothing like waking up on the ground with the sun shining into your eyes, one boot missing, and dirt on the side of your face. I reluctantly sit up, staring at the open blue sky. Corbin's still half asleep, arm draped over his face. His chest rises and falls steadily, but his fingers tap against his thumb. "Are you just going to lay there? Or..." Corbin drops his arm back, sliding it behind his head. "You snore." He says it like he's telling me about the weather. My cheeks blossom with a red taint that not even an icy breeze could take away.
"I don't." I retort, and avert my gaze to look for my missing boot. Anything is better than looking at him right now. Snore? He's telling me I snore. I have never snored, and I bet that if I did, Elion would have s
