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Her doorbell was ringing.
Her head throbbed as she opened her eyes, blinking in the light that spilled into her bedroom. She ran her hand over her face. Her long hair was a tangled mess, and she brushed it back from her face and out of her eyes as she put her feet on the floor, climbing out of her double bed. Her small bedroom had a dresser, a night stand, and a tiny closet, but instead of looking through it for clothes to put on, she stayed in her pajama shorts and T-shirt.
The floor creaked. She didn’t bother looking through the peephole before she pulled open the door. There was Toby, two coffees in hand, appearing freshly showered, with a smile on his face.
She hadn’t expected that. At the same time, she felt as if she could use another hour or two of sleep and a couple of Tyleno
