Chloe woke up with a start, and massively disoriented, looked around desperately for a familiar sign to tell her where she was, or what woke her up. And then she remembered.

Even in the dark, her hand found its way to the love of her life, Ryder, her lodestone, the purpose for her existence. Thank God he was still there, sleeping like a baby, fidgeting occasionally like one too, as if he was being disturbed by some bad dream, Chloe noticed with a smile as she gently stroked his silky, golden hair to calm him down.

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