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I groan, the harsh sunlight glaring down on me. I squeeze my eyes shut, throwing my hand over my eyes and shift in the bed, my eyebrows drawing together when I notice the heavy weight of someone's arm keeping me in place. My spine goes rigid, my foggy mind trying to register any memories from last night. Is it Alison? No, she wouldn't have climbed into the bed with me and in her drunken state I would've told her to go sleep on the floor, afraid that she might puke on me, and her arm's are definitely not this heavy. Maybe Reed? No, I wouldn't have let some relatively random guy sleep next to me, nor would I have let him come home with me, and we didn't even finish out conversation last night, because Riv—
Riven kicks the door closed behind him with his foot, adjusting his arms u
