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She was having a lazy morning.
Though she had woken up earlier to cook breakfast for Jamie, she'd gone back to bed, snuggled under the blanket, the morning sun sneaking through the curtain, the occasional breeze coming in from the slightly opened window bringing in fresh air to the crammed small bedroom.
Turning her body to lie on the right side, Imani willed her brain to stop the memories of last night, but it had its own life and couldn't be bend to her will; worse, her heart was now involved. The warm feeling was spreading around it at the memory of him handing her his coat.
"Wear this, " he'd said. His voice was smooth, quiet, and husky. It reminded Imani of dark chocolate in her mouth, melting slowly while the sweat taste filled and dripped down her throat. She had taken
