At midnight, Kate woke up and found herself alone in the room.God, why am I sleeping so much? Must be the stress… She got up, took a shower, and put on her pajamas. She stepped out, and Bastien still hadn’t come back. She went downstairs and walked toward the office. She entered quietly, and there he was: Bastien, sitting in the dim light, with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette between his fingers, letting the smoke curl lazily into the air. His shirt was half unbuttoned, his gaze lost in the stars outside. He didn’t notice Kate had come in. She walked slowly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and brushed her cheek against his, rough from the beard starting to grow in.—Thinking? What’s on your mind, love?—You... —Bastien put the whiskey and the cigarette down, turned, and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent— the mix of shower gel and perfume.—What’s wrong, love?—I’m scared that bastard might try something again. Kate, I’m terrified of l
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