I stared at her.
She grinned, that wide, unrepentant thing that probably got her out of trouble as often as it got her into it, and crawled up my body with deliberate care, navigating around the unconscious weight of the other three with a gymnast's casual ease. She kissed me before I could say anything. It was warm and unhurried, the kind of kiss that had no agenda except itself, which somehow made it worse.
She broke away and settled beside me in the narrow strip of mattress that wasn't already claimed by unconscious women, fitting herself into the space like she'd always been there. Her head found my shoulder. Her hand came to rest on my chest, and for a moment it lay just beside Natalia's, close enough that their fingers nearly touched.
"I missed a lot," she said quietly.
"You were there last night."
