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Cold Shoulders
We dozed off, then groggily got up about an hour later and went in to brush our teeth, taking turns because the antiquated bathroom only had a small vanity with one sink. Then we fell asleep for real, snuggled up against each other, letting the dying fire lend its own warmth to the room. My wistful fantasies had come true; I finally did have Connor lying here next to me in the big king-size bed.
The next morning I was awoken by a metallic buzzing sound. Connor’s phone. He’d left it on the nightstand, and apparently it was set to vibrate.
I reached out and picked it up without looking at the screen, and dropped it on his chest. “For you.”
“Wha — oh.” He sat up, grabbing the phone before it fell down in the depths of the rumpled bedclothes. “What time is it?”
“A littl
