Alyssa missed her quiet mornings where she went for her run before having to face the world. When this was over, she was taking a vacation, maybe to northern Alaska, in winter, so she wouldn’t have to have mornings for a few weeks.
“Grumpy?” he smirked at her. He didn’t look grumpy. He looked like he’d just woken to the first sunrise of a new world.
“Oh god. He’s a morning person,” she realized. “The descent into hell is now complete. Please exit the elevator to the left.”
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