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What time is it?””Three a.m. Michael’s making a snack. You want anything?””Um…no. Thanks.” She slid off the couch and then stood there like an idiot, unwilling to leave because he was still smiling and…she liked it. “Who won?””Which game?””Oh. I guess I was asleep for a while.””Don’t worry. We didn’t let the zombies get you.” This time, his smile was positively wicked. Claire felt it like a hot blanket all over her skin.
