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Soft hair brushed lightly against the bare skin of his chest, bringing him back from his deep sleep and into the waking world. He didn't immediately open his eyes, relinquishing in the warmth and closeness of the body pressed against his; he knew that sensation wouldn't last long.

Ashan sunk deeper into his covers and tried to go back to sleep but his head started to pound painfully, denying him any more rest. He finally opened his eyes, squinting against the sunlight that poured into his face and glistened in the white walls of the room. He now wished he had remembered to close the drapes the previous night, but he had had his mind on something else.

He slowly raised his upper body and, resting his weight on his right elbow, faced the girl lying next to him. He pushed back the mass of dishevelled blond hair that fell over her shoulders and chest and looked at her face. He had no idea who she was.