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Annie had resisted the overwhelming urge to spend the next week at Clay's apartment just in case he came home. As six days, then seven passed, she honestly thought she was going to come out of her skin if he didn't call her. Every night, she lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if, during that last week, something had gone horrendously wrong.

The night of the eighth day, Annie got ready for bed, throwing herself onto it in frustration, knowing that her dreams would be restless, if she even managed to fall asleep.

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Webb kept his arms around her, and watched her sleep for quite a while before falling asleep himself. Until tonight, he didn't realize how much about Annie he took for granted, even if it was just the way she fell asleep on him like this. He was completely wrapped up in her, more so he suspected, than she was in him.

He pushed the way that unnerved him out of his mind before dozing off himself.