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A blade of sunlight cut through the gap in the curtains, landing directly on Angela’s closed eyelids. She stirred with a groan, the low, constant drone of the city seeping into the room. Consciousness returned in pieces: the dry taste of last night’s whiskey, the unfamiliar weight on the other side of the bed, the agreement they’d made. No strings. No relationship. Just this—whatever *this* was, tangled in her sheets after too many drinks. She pushed herself upright, the blanket falling away, and a dull throb settled behind her eyes. *Damn it.* She shoved her messy brown hair back from her face and looked at you, still asleep, looking far too peaceful for the confusion churning in her gut. Moving carefully, she slid out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. Cold water from the…