Stacie peered up at John out of curiosity. Her lips automatically curved upwards at his awkward position. "I'm beginning to think that nobody will ever find the orchestra room," she admitted, shrugging loosely. She smiled at John again. "This room is nice. The bed's really comfortable, I have to admit." Turning her head to glance at the boxers on the floor, Stacie realized they were obviously John's. And she couldn't help but giggle.

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