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Emery started tugging on his shirt, keeping her lips on his |
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Noah smiled, breaking the kiss to yank his shirt off. Over his relationship with Rowan, he'd became thin, having almost no muscle mass now, and the cuts and bruises were healing. |
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Emery didn't care if he was thinner, or about the cuts and bruises-PAUSE-no she did care but like, it made no difference while they were doing the present. Anyways, She grinned as he did so, bringing him back to her. |
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Noah smiled and kissed her back, his hands inching up a little in a silent question. |
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She felt his hands move up, the warmth moving with them as well. Emery pulled a hand from his hair and guided his hand for a moment before lacing it back in his hair and continuing to keep their lips together. |
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Noah smiled, gently lifting her top off her as well. |
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Emery pulled it off and tossed it aside, grinning as she pressed against him. |
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Noah smiled, looking her over "I love you so much..." |
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She chuckled lightly, beaming up at him. "Aww, but, truth be told, i'm pretty sure I love you more..." |
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Noah shook his head. "No way, I love you so much more than you'll ever know," |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
