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The men laughed, grinning half drunk. "Hey, she available for the night?" One called, his words slurring |
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Ben glared back silently, and guided Emma into the kitchen, away from those crazy guys. "Let me know what I can help with," he said, looking around for something to do. |
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Emma stiffened at the man's words, walking to her room. I just need to clean overall. Dust, do the floors, laundry" |
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Ben nodded, and began to sweep. He kept an eye on the men and Emma, making sure she was all right. |
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Emma took the laundry to the washer, the men obviously talking and laughing about her |
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Ben finished sweeping the house and dusted the furniture, then began to mop the kitchen floor. |
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Emma eventually kicked the guys into the bunks, a few hands being swatted away before she walked back to the house. She walked straight to Ben and kissed his neck before melting into him |
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Ben was just finished mopping the kitchen when Emma came up to him. He chuckled a little and wrapped his arms around her. "Well, hi there." he said, kissing the top of her head. Then, more concerned, he asked, "How're you doing?" |
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"I'm tired, stressed, scared. But with you staying, I'll be fine" she said, breathing in his scent |
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Ben looked at her softly. "I'll always stay, if that's what you want." He closed his eyes, trying to portray bravery for her. |
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