CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
THEODORE COHEN The morning came by quicker than expected. Winter slept with her body spread all over the bed, laying on her stomach. Her hair was all over the place and some covered her face. I was already awakened, but I let her sleep. I tilted over to tug some hair aside from her face so I could look at her ravishing beauty. Suddenly, a knock from the door rang through the room, and I quietly stepped over and opened it. Alec greeted me with a foolish, boyish smile "Theodore, good morning!" He spoke a little too loud. "Shut the f**k up, Alec!" I spat, and he looked past me and caught a sleeping beauty. His eyes settled back on me, and his boyish smile expanded. "She certainly looks tired. You must have done an excellent job." He smirked, patting my shoulder firmly. My eyes hardened, a
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