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Sunlight prickled my eyelids and I groaned, tossing around and pulling the pillow over my head. I told Ayra time and time again that she needed curtains in her guest room but I swore, at this point, she forgot them on purpose.
Some bullshit about the lovely and beautiful morning. Well, f**k the morning.
I glanced at my watch and tugged the blankets up to my chin. f**k the noon, more realistically. But really, anything before two was too early in my book. I wondered what Zara thought about early birds.
Fuck. Zara?
Pathetically, I flailed my arms around a bit, confused that I didn’t feel another body in bed. I turned around and stared at a beautiful, empty spot.
Greattttt.
I scared her off with my girlfriend talk. I must have. Maybe she sensed my clingy thoughts and made a run for
