Part 16:
link Guinevere squirms slightly, blinking her eyes open to look at the clock. 3:52.
May as well get up, Dad will be here in just over an hour. She twists in Arthur’s tight embrace, finding her body stiff.
I don’t think I moved at all. I don’t think he would have let me had I tried. He is spooned up behind her, his arm tight around her waist, a leg draped over hers. She carefully lifts his arm, expecting resistance, but he allows her to slip out, though not without an incoherent mumble.
Chuckling, she tucks him...
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