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“Can you? That’s great for you. I, on the other hand, can’t see anything.”
She squinted at him, raising one eyebrow. “That’s a shame,” she said with a sigh, shaking her head. “I was going to buy some... clothes to wear....
“Still blind,” he teased, scooting over on the bed.
She kissed him deeply for a moment, her hand on the side of his jaw. “If me in a huge sweater and boxers is impressive? No, Warns, I’d say that...
“Huh. It sounds like death.”
“Are you?” she teased, slipping her arms over his shoulders. “That’s probably not a good sign.”
“Yeah, that.”
She flung one of the layers at him before standing in front of him, her hands on her waist, wearing his sweater and one pair of boxers. “This is...
“Do you not normally remember things when you’re... what was the word again?”
“That’s what I thought,” she said, beginning to strip off the layers.
“I don’t remember any of this.”
“So you’re saying I should keep your underwear on?” she asked wryly, raising one eyebrow.
He looked confused. “I didn’t wake up?”
“I do.”
He frowned, shifting slowly. “Sore. What happened?”
She blushed embarrassedly, glaring at him. “I’ve made a huge mistake.”
He turned his head suddenly. “Aspen. Hey.”
“I think I look hot!” she insisted stubbornly, pulling her hair back.
He squirmed uncomfortably, folding his hands slowly.
She beamed sunnily at him before pulling on his final pair of boxers. “I feel like a baby in a diaper.”
