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Noah smiled, holding her tight, eventually drifting off.
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Em slept exceptionally well, his warmth engulfing.
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Noah slept really good as well.
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Emery awoke the next morning to the warm lighting slipping through the blinds, wrapping around the room as she flicked her eyes open. She looked over at Noah, her arm still draped across him. She grinned, leaning over him slightly. "Noah, Noah wake up." The woman said softly, running her hand down his arm.
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"Ngh... mhm? What's wrong, honey?"
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"Morning," She murmured, pecking his lips.
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"Morning," he yawned. "Whyd you wake me?"
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"You know what day it is?" She asked curiously
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"Yeah? Why are you asking me this?"
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"Curious," She muttered, settling back beside him.
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