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2024-10-29 19:42:56Night time was chilly in the mountains. Inside of a hotel room, Jackson shouldn’t have noticed the temperature dropping. He should have been nice and warm under the shitty hotel blanket. Instead he was shivering and considering going to get his quilt out of the car.
Wren was still in front of the open balcony door. Night had fallen long ago. There was too much cloud cover to see any stars and the wind had only increased. Jackson shivered again and pulled the blanket even tighter.
The room was dark, almost all of the light from the moon was smothered under the clouds. Jackson could barely distinguish Wren from the shadows in the room. Another breeze brushed over the exposed skin of Jackson’s face and he tugged the blanket over his head. There was a shuffling sound outside the blanket, but Jackson didn’t want to expose himself to the chill again just yet.
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