“Oh shit. Sorry. This is your bed. What time is it?” “It’s two-thirty. I came out to bring you some tea and you were passed out. I guess I was too late.” He’s really close to me. And I’m lying down. I don’t know how I can sit up without getting even closer to him, so I just stay lying down. “I was writing a lot of really terrible scenes. Bad writing wears me out.” I’m still not entirely awake. “What have you been doing?” “Pacing. Waiting for you to finish writing.” My stomach drops. “Oh?” is all I can muster. “Yeah.” He gets up and starts pacing the short length of the room. “I’m not sure
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