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The morning after , Eva woke up alone.
The bed was cold.
The silence was deeper.
She walked barefoot into the hallway, her pulse still betraying her every time she thought of Dominic's hands, his mouth, his words.
You're going to be the end of me.
But when she stepped into the kitchen, he wasn't there. No note. No coffee. Nothing.
Just a man