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I looked around.

A double bed, simple, with a closet, two bedside tables, a large window on the right side of the bed, the door in front of the bed, a bathroom on one side....

This is not my room. Indeed, it wasn't, I was in the guest room.

I sat on the bed, I had yesterday's clothes on.

On a small piece of furniture was a bag, I figured it was Ethan's clothes. The bed was a mess, the sheet covering the mattress was wrapped around one of my legs.

Next to me, I had a mountain of pillows and sheets.

"What the hell happened?," I said sleepily.

I was really comfortable in that bed and didn't want to get up.

I lay down again and hugged the mountain of pillows next to me with my arms and legs. I curled up, but suddenly I noticed the mountain was breathing.

I froze. This can't be, no, no, no. This is a joke.

I pulled back some sheets and a pillow and found a sleeping Ethan.

He was peacefully asleep, I touched the pad of my index finger to his cheek to see if he was awake, but all he di