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He must have been exhausted. Clutching Dorothy's hand seemed to be the only thing that gave him a moment's peace.

The eerie calm before the storm set his nerves on edge, but at least they could hold hands, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing a bed and pillow — that in itself was a blessing.

In the morning, Jeffrey woke up, cuddled with Karen for a while, and then went to brush his teeth and freshen up, shirtless.

She had nagged him several times about wearing pajamas or a robe, but Jeffrey just wouldn't listen.

Sure, he'd had his fair share of girlfriends, but he'd never cohabited. Dates were for hotels. At home, it had always been just him, so wearing clothes to bed wasn't his thing.

he knew Karen liked his abs, he was even less inclined to cover

said with a grimace, electric toothbrush in hand as he turned to look at her. "What about you? Any plans?" Karen shook her head, "Nope, just wondering when you'll be home." "Should be back around two or three. Then I'll pick you up, and we'll go for some grub.” "You sound like you're bribing a kid," Karen muttered, following him

between his teeth, hurried to squeeze

extra sweet, huh?" "You know it." Jeffrey grinned, almost

are at their kindest and most tender when they

up, his mind racing with how to explain

joking, not pressing him on why his toothbrush

let out a

up, Karen grabbed her laptop and

spacious living room of Jeffrey's villa, with a

a suit, all in black,

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