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... fell to the sore spot, gently massaging the area with her fingertips. She raised her head from it’s resting posture, and let out a tired yawn.
"What time is it?" She asked, wiping the spec from the corner of her eyes.
"Eight pm." A voice responded, dragging Brooke out of her drowsiness. Sharply, she traced the voice to her right, only to see Damien sitting next to her, his shoulder where her head had been.
It didn’t take Brooke too long to process what had happened, she n ...
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