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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“I — I don’t. But I think maybe I should. I have this feeling … I can’t shake it. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Mordred rose from the bed, walking over to the window and standing beside her. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t,” he tells her “I just don’t want to put you in a position of compromise.”
“I know you didn’t say that.” Summer’s frustrated. She’d thought maybe if she didn’t think about it, distracted herself taking care of Mordred — and that wasn’t working. “Something isn’t right, and I don’t know what it is.”