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Bob stretched out on the large hotel bed. He usually slept on a sofa bed, mostly because someone had given it to him and he didn’t want to take the time to go to the big city to mattress shop. Besides, the sofa bed was ridiculously heavy and he didn’t know how he was going to haul it back out of his apartment, so sleeping in hotels this past week had been a luxury. Except, this time was different.
The light from a streetlamp crept through a crack in the curtains and landed on Debbie as she slept. She’d chosen the side of the bed that faced his, and he’d been too transfixed to be able to fall asleep. Her features were so soft, and her expression peaceful. Even the occasional snore added to the picturesque scene. He could get used to waking up to that every day.
What-ifs filled his min
