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My eyelids flicker open as rays of sunshine blanket my face. I squint into the light, my temples throbbing as I shift in bed to dodge the bright beams. A delicate feminine body is curled around me, preventing me from getting very far.
I drop my head back onto the fluffy pillow, then throw the arm that isn’t curled around my current bedmate—a woman I love to hate—over my eyes. She grumbles something as she snuggles in tighter against me and I give her a little squeeze, then I drift back off to sleep.
I’m woken sometime later by Adley, and not in the way I would have liked. She’s pacing at the end of the bed, staring at her hand as she mutters, “No, no, no, no, no.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I glance at the clock on the bedside table to find it’s after ten, then shift my attention back to Adley. “What’s wrong?”
Her head swivels towards me, her eyes wide and terrified.
“Ads.” I clamber over to her, then grasp her arms as I search her gaze. “What’s wrong?”
She swallows, then holds her trembling left hand up between us. I glance at it, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m not following, babe, did you hurt your hand?”
Adley grits her teeth and shakes her head. “Look!” she says, waving her fingers in my face. “There’s a ring where there absolutely should not ever be a ring.”
I take another look, and sure enough she’s sporting a new ring. I release my grip on her arms and drop back onto the bed. “I don’t know why you’re freaking out about a new ring. You’ve got one on nearly every finger.”
“Oh, my God,” she mutters, then demands, “Show me your hand.”
I lift one and wave it around in the air above me.
“Not that hand, you idiot. Your left hand.”
Dropping my right, I lift my left and sunlight glints off a silver band around my ring finger that definitely wasn’t there yesterday. “Oh.”
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