Teresa's POV.
I woke up to the smell of coffee. It was strong, bitter, dark. It was a scent that had, over the past few weeks, become linked with the morning-after-a brutal reminder that the man who brewed it was as dark and harsh as the brew itself.
The sheets were tangled around me, warm against my bare thighs, and for a moment, I allowed the
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