I swung my legs off the bed and tidied up my bedsheets and pillows before going to the kitchen. The woman was sitting by the table, having coffee. She's so kind. A lot of things happened last night, and I forgot to ask her name."Good morning, ma'am," I said, approaching her."Morning, Tricia. How's your sleep?" she asked."Great. Thanks for the soft bed," I replied, though her question made me remember the wet dream I've had."I'm glad to know that. Want some coffee?" She asked, standing up. "By the way, I'm going to the market today to buy some things, and I'll need some help. Can you come with me?""Of course I can. That's the least I can do." I sat down in the chair. "What's your name, by the way?""Just call me Hellen." She offered a warm smile, stirring the coffee in a mug with a spoon. "Here's your coffee.""Thanks." I sipped the black coffee. It smells incredible and tastes great, though it's the first time I've tasted it. Werewolves aren't fond of coffee, and I only drank tea
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