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A weight landed squarely on my face, pressing down like an insult. Through slitted lashes, I peeked and saw five toes, painted perfectly in pastel lilac, a silver rhinestone dotting the big toe.
Tori.
I shoved her leg off my face with a groggy grunt.
She'd stayed over again. Her mom had jetted off to yet another "urgent seminar" in LA. Apparently, being a career woman meant leaving your daughter to crash at the Boyce mansion every other weekend. Not that I was complaining. I liked having her here, mostly. Except for when her limbs became actual weapons in her sleep.
She groaned and rolled. Her hair spilling across her face. "Whuh?"
"Mmm," I hummed in the negative, too sleep-drenched to bother using actual words.
But we were both lazy asses fluent in half-sounds, so she got it, a
