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I groggily peeled my eyes open, the dim light in the room an unwelcome guest. It took me a moment to shake off the drowsiness and make sense of the situation. Time was playing tricks on me - could be dawn, could be afternoon, who's to say? The absence of a clock or phone turned me into a temporal detective.
Feeling like a contestant in a slow-motion race, I attempted to sit up. But my progress was thwarted by an unexpected weight on me. Lip's arm was draped possessively over my torso, leg tangled up with mine. I figured resistance was futile - I surrendered, sinking back into the sheets. He looked so blissfully unaware of his grip, like a hibernating bear, disturbing that tranquil slumber seemed sacrilegious.
And then, as if on cue, Ian made his gran entrance. "What the hell is going on here?" He demanded, his eyes wide with disbelief.
I propped myself up on my elbows, meeting Ian's gaze with an innocent grin, "Just sleeping," I replied, channeling my inner angel.
He arched an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Uh-uh... Sure... Anything more scandalous than just beauty sleep?"
I let out a nervous chuckle, feeling like I'd been caught red-handed. "No... You were here last night, remember? No covert ops happening under these sheets."
He shook his head, collapsing onto his own bed with a dramatic flair. "Crashed on the couch. Slept like a brick."
"Got it... Well, zero shenanigans here," I assured him, attempting to sound convincing despite my racing heart.
Ian just shrugged, succumbing to the sweet embrace of sleep. I sighed and settled back onto the mattress, Lip's arm reluctantly releasing me. He stirred, his eyes fluttered open. "And if we did fuck... Would it really be the end of the world?"
I blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected turn in conversation. "Hold up... What do you mean?"
Lip's mouth curled into a half-smile, mischief dancing in his gaze. "I'm just saying, you're no stranger to sex... So, spill - who was your first?"
Laughter bubbled up as I recalled the memory. "Oh man... Ninth grade, Charlie Turner thought he was Casanova, but his grand finale was more like a false start. And t hen there was Dean, my ex, we started dating that same year."
Lip's interest was piqued, his eyebrow quirking up. "And any post-Dean escapades?"
I shook my head, a wistful smile tugging at my lips. "Life's been a mess, no time for sex lately."
Lip nodded, his expression thoughtful, "Noted," He mused, settling back onto the bed, his contemplations hidden beneath his calm demeanor.
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Surprisingly, a week had passed, and Monica was still hovering around. She was making an effort to play the mother figure, but it was clear from her conversations with Roberta that her act wasn't fooling anyone.
