Lena
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The night came and the room was just way too bright. The light from the bed lamp spilled across the room violently, making me regret why I had said I could use a blindfold, since it was nowhere to be found.
I stared up at the ceiling, thinking of how I could sleep with the light on. And then Cara turned again, lying on her side, showing her ass towards me.
I could feel her skin against mine, her warmth seeping through the fabrics.
She moved again and dipped, and I wished I could kick her off the bed.
The bed wasn’t large enough and Cara wouldn’t just stay still. It was like she was allergic to it.
Cara turned for the third time, now she was facing me, her head just inches from my neck, her breath ghosting my skin.
Shifting slightly, I pretend it didn’t affect me. But it
