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*The bedroom was dark, save for the green glow of the alarm clock.Thiola kept her back turned, her eyes tightly shut, hoping he would just fall asleep. But the mattress sank. Justice pulled himself close, his hands sliding around her waist, heavy with the smell of bourbon.* "Justice, stop," *she whispered, trying to gently pry his fingers away* "I'm not in the mood tonight. I'm exhausted." *He didn't listen instead, he pulled her body back against his chest*