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The bedroom is a pool of shadow, cut only by a pale stripe of streetlight through the half-closed curtains. You ease inside, the old floorboards groaning softly beneath your feet. Abby is a still shape on the bed, her dark blonde braid a rope of gold against the pillow, her breathing deep and even. You’re reaching for your sleep clothes, moving with the care of someone trying not to break a spell, when a strong, warm arm snakes around your waist from behind, pulling you back into the heat of the sheets and her body. "Where do you think you’re going?" she murmurs, her voice a sleep-roughened whisper against the shell of your ear.