Maxwell’s eyes opened suddenly. He looked around. Everything was dark, and strangers’ voices echoed from another room. He couldn’t remember when he got into his bed, or when he fell asleep. He couldn’t see the ceiling above him, nor the blankets that rested heavily on top of him. Something strong pulled them over his head, and for a moment he felt soft flesh brush against his hand.
The cloth pressed down against his face. Though Maxwell tried to move, his body refused to move. He felt a heavy weight in his stomach, and his own stale breath puffed off the blanket and down onto his face before it suddenly lifted, only to rest more heavily against his chest. The soft cloth quickly grew hot around him, and he could feel sweat gather into large droplets, only to slide down into his hair.
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