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CORINNE

It felt strange, at first, to share a bed.

She’d been sleeping on her own since Artie left, three years ago and she’d gotten used to sprawling out in the middle.

But K -lx was sleeping on his side and was being relatively quiet—he wasn’t a snorer, which was good.

Also , his big body radiated heat which Corinne was glad to have.

She settled herself on her side with her back to him and just about an inch of space between them.

This close, she could smell him—but not in a bad way.

In fact, he had a warm, spicy, masculine scent that put any synthetic men’s cologne to shame.

It was so good that she wished she could smell more of it—more of him .

She had the urge to turn and put an arm around his waist and press her nose to his skin, but she suppressed it firmly. It was bad enough that she was letting her new Cyborg sleep in the bed with her—she didn’t need to snuggle with him too, she told herself.

At last her eyelids drifted closed and she allowed sleep to take her…only to be woken about an hour later by thrashing and a growling cry for help.