The room is dark, the sheets on the bed mussed. “Babe?” “In here,” she calls weakly. I hurry over to the bathroom in the corner and gently pull back the door. Tess is lying half-naked on the tile floor. Her only clothes are a pair of cotton undies. Her hair is twisted up into a knot on top of her head. A few tendrils hang down, slicked to her forehead with sweat. “Oh…baby.” I drop to my knees at her side, inching up by her legs. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry—” “Hey, don’t,” I say, cutting her off. “Always wake me. You know that.” I brush the back of my hand over her
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