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John’s back felt warm as he began to wake. His right arm was heavy; there was something laying on it. John cracked his eyes open to golden light filling the room. He became aware of the brunette sleeping in his arms. He noticed the fingers of his left hand twisted between hers. They were holding hands. John wasn’t stupid enough to question her motives.

Just accept this, John.

He needed to move. His arm was numb. But nothing in the world would make him wake Helen right now, not when for the first time in decades he finally felt warm.