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CJ
I rubbed my face over the soft pillow and took a deep breath. Rezzer. It smelled like my mate, and I snuggled down in complete bliss. My eyes popped open when I heard a ringing. At first, I thought the sound was my cell phone, but the tone was different. Rolling over, I opened my eyes and blinked at the now familiar lines in the ceiling of our private quarters. The room had started out utilitarian. Useful, but not comfy. Not warm.
I’d been adding little touches since moving in. A soft, fuzzy green blanket and matching pillows on the couch. Lamps with antique looking shades on two new end tables so we didn’t have to sit in the stark, standard, bright white lighting provided by the Fleet. I’d even asked Rachel to help me with the S-Gen machine and magically made cinnamon cookie scen
