Jeremy wasn’t in bed when Victoria woke up. Every part of her ached, and every movement hurt muscles she didn’t even think were involved. It was the click of her front door that woke her, and she couldn’t tell if he was coming or going until he peered into the bedroom. He was wearing a different shirt, and his hair was wet.
“Hey,” he said, almost a whisper. “Can I come in?”
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