Too Much Too Fast

Rachael

I woke up to warmth.

Not the stifling kind that traps you in nightmares.

Not the cold sweat kind that leaves you choking on ghosts.

Real warmth.

A steady breath brushes the back of my neck.

A forearm anchored low around my waist.

A slow, heavy heartbeat thudding against my spine like a phys...

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