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I blinked open my eyes. Textured ceiling hovered above me, darkened by dullness. Unfamiliar padding supported my back. A quiet drumming created an unfollowable rhythm as rain hit the window, situated to my left, just like in my own room but nothing like it at all.
I inhaled. The action forced lax muscles to work, muscles that felt wasted yet content, like they'd done everything they could to gain everything they'd needed. It also sucked in just about every scent in the room, all of them telling tales of Liv's life, ending with the latest: the best f*****g night of s*x I'd ever had. Hopefully, the best night of s*x for Liv, too.
I'd no idea what time we finally admitted the defeat of exhaustion and sank into oblivion atop the bed. I just knew we'd spent a whole lot of hours creating a
