GIANNAI wake up in my bed with Peculiar's robe still around my shoulders and no memory of the walk between rooms.The last thing I remember is the poetry book, the armchair, and the lavender scent wrapping around me like arms. Then nothing, just warmth and the vague sense of being lifted, of a heartbeat that wasn't mine pressed against another chest.He carried me. There's nobody else it could be. Sean found me asleep in his mother's sacred room, in his mother's robe, and instead of waking me, instead of being angry that I'd trespassed, he picked me up and brought me here.I don't bring it up when I see him in the hallway that morning, he nods the way he always does, brief and professional, with the fortress intact. But the air between us is different. It’s warmer, like a room where someone just opened a window for the first time.That evening, I decide to push."Sean, Have dinner with me," I say casually.
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