Chapter Twenty-Two — First Impressions
Kendra POV I woke up in my bed. That was the first thing I registered — the ceiling of my room, the specific grey morning light coming through the glass wall, my own pillow under my head. I was in my room, under my own covers, which was correct and normal and also not where I'd been when I'd last been conscious, which had been the couch downstairs with Jersey Shore on the television and Bryan's shoulder under my cheek and the specific warmth of someone who ran several degrees hotter than the ambient air. I stared at the ceiling. I had no memory of getting up and coming upstairs. I had, consequently, exactly one explanation for how I'd gotten here, which I looked at for approximately three seconds and then moved to the section of my brain labeled things I am not addressing today and c
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