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I felt so hot. I was sweating, burning. Something stopped me when I tried to turn around. My hair stuck to my face. Everything felt uncomfortable.
I slowly woke up, and I realized it wasn’t a dream, I was still feeling way too hot and sweaty. A heavy, slow breath that only comes from a person sound asleep was close by. Too close. Someone’s chest rose and sank against my side. I opened my eyes and tilted my head to the right.
Jake. Sound asleep, with an arm wrapped around me. He was so close to me, this was a one-person bed.
Why was he lying in my bed? When had he gotten up to sneak into my bed?
I looked a little more around and saw why I was sweating so extreme, not only was Jake like a radiator on full power, but he had crawled under my blanket, with his own as well, so I had two blankets on top of me. And his strong arm around me, clinging to me. Relieved he was asleep I took a couple of minutes to take in this situation, I needed a couple of minute
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