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Caleb stayed asleep, happy and content. He woke around an hour later and smiled as he realised where he was and who he was holding. At some point in the night, they had moved to a spooning position and Caleb didn't mind. He noticed his hand and smiled before kissing her head. "Morning, beautiful" He murmured softly
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Morgan couldn't help the soft smile that spread across her face as she felt the warmth of his presence. She tilted her head back, resting it gently against his neck, savoring the calm that settled over her. There was something about him, something steady and kind, that made her feel safe. She still couldn't quite figure out why he was always so kind to her, but she was grateful for it. It felt as though he always knew exactly what to say, what would make her feel better. Sometimes, it felt like he could read her mind, as though he understood her in ways she couldn't even explain. She let out a soft breath, feeling content in the moment, even though she knew there were still questions lingering in the back of her mind. She didn’t know if this would last, or if she even loved him yet. What she did know was that she liked him, and that felt like enough for now. There was time to figure out the rest, time to let things unfold. Turning her head, she met his gaze with a gentle smile. "Morning, gorgeous," she said softly, her voice light, as she turned fully to face him. There was no rush, no pressure—just a quiet moment between the two of them. And for now, that was all she needed.
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Caleb smiled and, with the hand that wasn't up her shirt, stroked her hair lovingly. "What will be your parents' reaction to me being here?" He wondered aloud, listening to her thoughts swirling. "I certainly hope they will accept me"
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Morgan’s mind began to race as she considered his words. She hadn't really given much thought to how her parents might react. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong; after all, she didn’t want him to be alone, and that was the truth. But the reality of her parents' opinions started to sink in. They weren’t typically hard to handle, though—her parents were generally pretty friendly and open-minded. Still, it was hard not to wonder what they'd think about the situation. She sighed softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of his chest, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "They shouldn’t be too worried about it... they’re pretty friendly," she said, her voice soft and a little absent as she spoke. "I’ll just tell them I didn’t want you to be alone. That’s the truth, right?" She gave him a small, reassuring smile before continuing, her gaze now more relaxed. "They probably won’t be up until later anyway." She hummed softly, feeling a sense of comfort settle over her as she leaned into the moment, pushing aside the lingering concerns about how her parents might react. It wasn't a huge deal, she decided. She just needed to let things unfold naturally. For now, everything felt easy with him, and that was enough.
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Caleb nodded and slipped both hands under her shirt and on her back, rubbing it comfortingly. "That's fine. I'm happy to stay here with you for a while." He admitted with a small smile.
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The young woman let out a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkling with a playful light as she shifted to straddle his sides. “If we don’t see them, we’ll see my siblings,” she teased, her grin widening. “Either way, you’ll be talking to someone this morning,” she added, her voice light and full of amusement. She leaned in a little closer, her face only inches from his, her smile turning more mischievous. “Unless…” she drawled, “you just want to stay here with me, relax, and enjoy some quiet time.” Her voice softened, but there was a hint of flirtation in her tone, her gaze flickering between his eyes and lips. Her playful smirk remained as she waited for his response, clearly enjoying the tension of the moment. She was comfortable, but she also liked the idea of seeing how he’d react.
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Caleb chuckled quietly. "Up to you. It's your home." He noted, pressing a kiss to her lips. He smiled into the kiss, asking for entrance into her mouth as his lips moved with hers. He held her a little tighter as he kissed her, his hands still under her shirt and holding her close. He pulled her against him with a chuckle
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Morgan felt her heart race as their lips met, the connection so natural it left her a little breathless. Her lips parted a little, letting him in. She leaned into him even more, enjoying the warmth and comfort he brought, her lips moving with his. After a brief moment, she pulled back, her eyes bright and sparkling, a playful grin forming as she pecked his lips again. Her body was pressed so close to his, and she felt a rush of warmth. "You’re my guest," she teased softly, her fingers gently brushing through his hair. "And my boyfriend," she added with a smile, her voice tender. "I just want you to be happy," she continued, her tone light and affectionate as she wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. Her words were genuine, and the sentiment behind them was clear—she cared for him deeply.
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Caleb chuckled at her, wrapping his arms fully around her with a smile. "Up to you" He murmured softly in her ear, kissing her temple.
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The girl raised a brow, giving a small chuckle to him. She leaned into him when he wrapped his arms around her, though. "Babe," she huffed to him softly. Moving to peck his lips again. "But you're meant to make decisions," she mused to him, flashing him a grin. "So I'll say it again," she giggled. "You're the guest. Is there anything you want to do?" Morgan asked happily.
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