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Amputate - Bella Stine

Adea

After taking at least a dozen deep breaths, I pushed my door open and walked toward the kitchen. Gabe had his back turned to me. He wore black slacks and a fitted black polo. It showed off his arms and highlighted his body. He was making us a fresh batch of coffee, and I groaned as the aroma hit me. Nothing topped the smell of freshly ground beans. Hopping on the first stool, I leaned over and grabbed the first croissant I could reach.

“Good morning. You were up early,” I said.

“More like I was up late,” Gabe chuckled.

He turned, made his way around the counter, and handed me a cup of coffee. It was frothy. I took a small sip and sighed. Perfection. Gabe made the best coffee. He was busy grabbing his croissants when I put my cup down.

“Are you saying you didn’t go to sleep? At all?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Ady,” Gabe hummed.

“When did you get in?” I asked.

“When I told you I got croissants,” he said.

Looking at Gabe, we locked eyes an