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And, with the firm back of the couch pressing into you, encompassing your back so comfortingly, it almost reminds you of the sensation of another body<span class="mu-i">… right… next to you…</span>
Instantly, your eyes snap open, face burning like a hot cinder. All at once, the desire to sleep disappears from your very being much like air rushes out of a balloon as the mortification from earlier this morning rears its ugly head once more.
Because with the thought of a body next to you, comes visions of a certain blonde as well.
Much to your dismay, said mortification doesn’t just go away for good– every time you shut your eyes for more than a blink, you see that exact, same scene from before, playing out beneath your eyelids against your will.
<span class="mu-i">Son of a bitch.</span> You grab another one of the couch pillows from next to you, clutching it to your chest as some of your fishlike features bloom across your face. You don’t know if it’s from the embarrassment, but you can hear your pulse thumping wildly in your ear. You can never sleep again, can you?
Now you actually have no choice but to pay attention to the news unless you want to keep reliving that same, compromising memory that you will likely never live down.
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