Chp 41
Zyra POV I wake to the sound of chairs scraping and for a second, I forgot where I am. My cheeks are warm from the desk, my neck stiff, the edge of sleep still clinging to me like fog. I blink twice, slow and heavy, trying to drag myself back into the room. ‘Okay it's my classroom, a lecture hall and not my bed, great!’. I think to myself. I straighten too quickly and instantly regret it when a sharp ache shoots through my neck. My hand flies to the side of my mouth on instinct, there was moisture gathered near my lips, oh no!. I wipe the corner of my lips so fast I nearly burn from embarrassment. Please tell me I did not just drool in public. I soon glance around and that goodness no one seems to be looking, which is good!. I exhale quietly, trying to recover what little dignity I h
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