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Megan woke up the next morning in a state of floating bliss so unfamiliar that she wondered for a moment if she’d died in the storm.
She was so warm, first of all. Surrounded by heavenly warmth, snuggled in the most luxurious comfort. Maybe clouds in the upper atmosphere felt like this, the big fluffy white cumulus clouds.
She’d always wondered what it would be like to dive into one of those clouds.
But why was it so warm? Clouds were generally about sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit, unless they were ice clouds, in which case…
As her scientific side kicked in, she opened her eyes and realized something else. Someone was in the bed with her.
That person was naked. Or at least the upper part of him was. His shoulders could have been chiseled from some especially durable rock. His head
