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Emily followed Caden inside, locking the door behind them, and going to change |
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I waited on her, slipping my watch off and putting it back in it's case before storing it, unbutton my shirt before pulling it off alongside my shoes, kicking them off beside the door. |
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she changed into his shirt |
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In the time that I waited, I tried to envision the tattoo i'd been wanting to get for a while. Cool design just....where to go? Arm? No, obviously not, both are covered in sleeves. Chest? Nope, already have one of those. Stomach was a instant no go, hurt too much--and I don't say that often. Side seemed the best place to go, maybe get a back tat? That one would have to be sick, going down my spine or something. Is Emily about done? Geez, giving me time to make dumb decisions. |
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Emily finished changing and walked to him, sighing as she hugged him. "Can we sleep yet?" She grumbled |
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"After I shower," I mused with a chuckle, my arm hanging limp at my side as I slid a lock of her hair between my fingers, twirling it. |
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"Yeah because you smell" She teased |
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"Only thing I smell like is the cologne you've said is your favorite dozens of times," I mused, pulling away as I went to go shower. |
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She blushed softly and followed him. Not to shower, but to sit on the bathroom counter and talk |
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I slid into the shower as we chatted back and forth, drying off before pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants before shaving the stubble off my face. |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
