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I find myself on something soft. I stretch, but the soft ground beneath me doesn't seem to end. Curious, I open my eyes, just to notice I am not on the couch anymore, but in a bed. Immediately, my face becomes red. I press it into the pillow, but the scent coming from it makes it even worse. Before things go too far (I am a teenage boy, after all), I get out.

My heart beats fast, yet I feel relaxed, drugged by his scent that I has been drowning in before. Jerah, who has moved towards the desk, hasn't noticed me yet.

I walk towards him and look over his shoulder to see what he's doing. It seems he's writing something. "What's that?" I ask, my voice still soft and drowsy.

Apparently, he thought I was still asleep, as Jerah turns around quickly, clearly panicked. "Ah, you're awake." His monotone voice barely gives away the shock that his reaction showed.