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He studied Loren in the dark, the soft curves of her face illuminated by the light of the ECG machine. He imagined her opening her eyes and giving him one of her drowsy little smiles that made his heart flutter. Sleep threatened to reclaim him as he let his imagination soar, envisioning Loren stretching her hands out above her head. She would ask him what time it was, her lips parting with a yawn. Time to get up, sweetheart, he would say. She would curl up against him, tucking her head against his chest. Five more minutes.
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