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My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. "It's me," said a familiar voice. ..."Eric, what are you doing here?" "Snuggling.

Charlaine Harris (2003). “Club Dead: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel”, p.25, Penguin
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. It's me, said a familiar voice. ...Eric, what are you doing here? Snuggling.