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Later, Noah lay beside her, happily. |
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"I love you," She murmured happily, having settled beside him. |
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She curled into him, pulling the covers over them as she drifted off happily. |
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Noah held her tight, drifting off. |
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Emery eventually awoke the next morning, staying curled in his embrace. |
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Noah woke a little later, squeezing her tight. "Goodmorning, my love," |
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"Good morning," She chirped, kissing him again. |
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Noah smiled, pecking her nose. |
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Emery giggled, settling herself atop him and resting her chin on his chest. |
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Windy with Flurries
