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... at I think, judging by the soft haze filtering through the window.
My body feels stiff and sore, the cold from the floor seeping into my bones. The events of last night blur together in my mind, and I realize I’m still in the bikini—damp, sticky, and uncomfortable.
My head pounds, and I feel the weight of a fever setting in, no doubt from falling asleep naked and wet.
I groan softly, forcing myself up, my muscles protesting with each movement. My mouth feels dry, and as I ...
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