The next morning was filled with the rays of the sun. The rays of the morning sun ran through the giant glass windows. The rays had slightly cut off the tension from the previous night. Kate woke slowly, shifting Michael's broad arms off her chest. She sat at the edge of the bed, watching him, admiring his beautiful physique. The previous night, she wasn't Kate, she was Jane, the girl who had longed for physical and emotional intimacy for years. She raised herself from the bed, walked towards the bathroom, and closed herself inside. She walked out shortly, flashing the water closet behind her, her hands dripping with water after she washed them. She strolled past the bed, heading towards the window frame. Then the memories of the previous encounters flashed before her eyes: the message that carried the threat, the attack by the intruder, the raw, hot, intense, intimacy of the night, and the chilling sound of her father's voice over the phone. The peace disappeared, replaced by a cold
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