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Chapter Six
The sun filtering into my room is bright when I first open my eyes. I quickly close them, waiting until the sting has dissipated before I peak one eye at a time until my eyes adjust to the light. When I am fully awake I realize that I'm not alone in the bed. It is then that I notice that I have a big, muscled arm thrown over my waist and a pair of legs pressed flush against the back of my thighs.
Wyatt is in bed with me. After Rebecca was picked up, I came back up to my room. I checked on all the kids, brushed my teeth and then laid down. Wyatt joined me, so we could talk some more. We had already laid out pillows and a blanket for him in the living room, so he meant to go back to the couch. Instead, we talked until we feel asleep and he apparently ended up staying here with me.
“Kyle keeps texting you.”
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