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⊕ wee, wee hours of saturday morning

[anatural]

[There isn't much time to return the embrace; barely a moment to get her hands to his waist and squeeze lightly.

When he's inside, she turns away. She's reassured, but somehow she doesn't feel any better. She still feels lost, uncertain, a little used. You just need some sleep, she tells herself. It's been a long week, but it's nothing she can't handle on her own. She just need sleep.]