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The first thing Anna felt upon waking was a sense of warmth, a gentle warmth that surrounded her, and then she became aware of Jack's arm wrapped around her belly. She couldn't help herself; she snuggled a little closer against him.
With her cheek pressed into the pillow, Anna opened her eyes. She smiled a lazy smile. “A perfect morning,” she whispered. “Even if it is all gray and ugly.”
Her back was to the window, but she could tell by the lack of sunlight on the walls that it was an overcast day. Likely, it would rain. That was the thing about living in a city near the ocean; you got plenty of rain.
She turned over.
Jack was lying on his side, facing her, half his face hidden by the fluffy pillow. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing slow and steady. Right then, she wouldn'
