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Something stirs against me, and my eyes flicker open abruptly to a mysterious warmth enveloping me. In the soft light, I discover Amy sleeping on me, her grasp tightening. It begins dawning on me as I process all of it, and the confusion of our unexpected intimacy starts making sense.
There are things I've written on my bucket list—one is having seven figures saving next year and getting my mom out of prison. But sleeping while seated, against the headboard, with any woman in my arms, much worse, a girl who wears the ring of someone I call a brother, is something I'd find funny if you'd mentioned it to me last night.
The tender sound of breath, her hair in my face, and the soft rising and falling of her chest in my embrace, they're too much for me all at once. But still, I don'
