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Noah smiled, taking it from her and doing it for her. |
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"You didn't really have to do that, y'know.." She murmured, washing her face. |
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"I know, but I wanted to," |
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"Feels nice anyway." Emery mused, getting face wash in her eye. |
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Noah smiled, pecking her cheek and then coughing and spitting out the face wash he accidentally ate. |
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Emery just kinda looked at him, raising a brow. "You good?"
She asked, chuckling. |
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"Yeah, just ate your face wash though," he chuckled. |
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She laughed, rinsing off her hands. |
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Noah smiled, gently tilting her head back and rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. |
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She slipped her eyes shut, letting him. |
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Windy with Flurries
