[ She's breathing hard herself, hands braced on his chest. It's a few moments before she gains her bearings enough to ease herself off of him, and even then she only has enough in her to flop next to him.
Well, half on him, half on the bunk, because the rest of the bed is still covered in books. How they didn't cause an avalanche or give themselves a deadly papercut, she'll never know.
After a moment, she finally says, ] Well. That sure happened.
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Well, half on him, half on the bunk, because the rest of the bed is still covered in books. How they didn't cause an avalanche or give themselves a deadly papercut, she'll never know.
After a moment, she finally says, ] Well. That sure happened.