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A gust of cold air hit Chance's exposed skin, making him shiver and pulling him from a very pleasant dream. Still more than half asleep, he turned over, pulling the covers higher to block out the draught and snuggled against the warm body that currently occupied the other half of his bed. He buried his face in the soft, silky hair and breathed in the scent that by now had become very familiar to him. Ugh…. Ames must have changed her shampoo, the last one smelled definitely nicer…..
He tried to fall back into the warm, relaxing dream that had been floating through his mind just a few moments ago, but for some reason, a multitude of little details kept nagging at his consciousness, pulling him more and more awake. His arm was draped across a waist that was a little too thick, the hair under his fingers was silky enough, but somehow a little too short – and why was there so much of it? And usually Ames didn't snore quite like that….
Well, maybe it was just a different sort of dream….
An amused voice from somewhere hit him like a bucket of ice water.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Chance?"
Ames? How…. What…..
Reluctantly he opened his eyes to find Ames standing at the foot of the bed, obviously fresh from the shower, wrapped in a towel. For a moment, his sleep-fogged brain failed to make the connection, but suddenly realization hit.
"CARMINE! Get out of the bed, right now!"