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Time stretches when you can’t think or sleep, when all you can do is endure. I didn’t count the waves of wind and rain, or the time between them. I didn’t try to measure or quantify what happened around me. I just lay there, not moving, staring into the dark.
But, somehow, it ended. And I slept. Sort of. I woke from a doze, lying on my opposite side. The warmth of another body radiated behind me, almost but not quite touching, and an unfamiliar hand rested on my side. Unfortunately, the hand was not wearing a watch. I held it immobile while rolling painfully to face Graeme. Where could I set his hand without stretching his injured upper arm? Maybe on his own hip?
“You’re not trying to feel my crotch, are you?” Graeme asked, eyes still closed. “You know, your sister is the jealous typ
