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Jenna sat propped up on her bed with the laptop resting on her outstretched legs. She leaned over and lifted a slice of pizza to her mouth, trying to avoid dropping crumbs onto the keyboard.
It was eight o’clock at night, and she had been nibbling and working for about two hours. The pizza was now cold, but she didn’t mind. It tasted good either way. And she felt cozy in her little nook. Cozy and safe.
Greyson and David had hightailed it out the door as soon as they both showered and changed. David must have borrowed clothes from Greyson since they were dry and on the snug side. Greyson darted away like an escaped lab rat. It pricked the ego a bit to watch him nearly drag David out the door. She had been having a lovely conversation with David until Greyson came downstairs and abruptl
