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Zeke sighed, “Shit,” rolling into her an inch or two, pulling her in and over his body the rest of the way. It was strange. She was just as tall as him which made for a change in logistics, and she felt different, smelled different. The morning hadn’t brought the comfort that a body and a bed normally did, and he was well aware that this was at least in part because he was missing the perfume and curves that he’d grown around like ivy from his youth. It was different. Maybe that was the only reason he was here. He smiled still, slow like morning whispers, and smelled her hair, wondered at how he was becoming used to it. “Mm,” he grunted noncommittally. He hadn’t, but then neither had she.

It was almost unfair how cozy she was tangled up in him. If she let herself settle, she could get used to this. She could be with a guy like Zeke and have him pull her close and make her feel like she was more important than she was. She spent her entire days gassing herself up, telling people she was the shit; but right now it felt like she was telling the truth a little bit. Luna was totally fucked. “Wow, you have such a way with words,” she teased. She made no real effort to move, just snuggled into him more.

“OH dear ..” Lydia mumbled, not really sure of what to say. She knew well what the girl meant but at the same time she hadn’t known of it for a while as she wasn’t as young. “If I’m honest I don’t think you’ll find any ‘ragers’ ‘round here for a while.”

“Really? So this place is just like...filled with old people? Or just boring people?”

“The weirdest...Is probably the one on my right hip. Weird because even I don’t know how I got it.”