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Morgan smiled to him, and pecked his nose lightly as she wrapped her arms tightly around his sides. "Lose yourself, huh?" She asked with a chuckle. She let out a soft breath after a moment, and settled back down in bed with a small hum, that stupid big grin still plastered across her face.
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Caleb cupped her face in his hand, the other arm wrapped around her gently but firmly. He stroked her cheek softly, smiling at her softly
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Morgan settled down after a moment, and let out a soft breath as she buried her face into his chest quiely. She really was lucky to have him. She'd never loved anyone so much. She felt safe with him. Nothing could hurt her as long as he was there, and she was determined to make him feel the same way. She smiled after a moment and pressed a light kiss to his chest, a small but happy hum escaping her. "You're so... good," she mused lightly.
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"At what?" He asked softly, chuckling lightly. "Whatever it is, you're better."
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Morgan rolled her eyes and gave a small laugh. "I mean you're a good person," she mused softly to him, pecking his lips as she curled right into him. "But you're rather good at everything," she mused happily.
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"My comment still stands.." He said softly, getting up and getting dressed. He walked over and placed his hands on her thighs. "Maybe another round tonight?" He offered softly, kissing her
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Morgan just shook her head at him, clearly amused. "I think you're better at a lot of things," she mused softly as she started to sit up, wrapping herself up in a blanket. She didn't really want to get out of bed just yet. When he came back over, though, she kissed him back with a soft chuckle. "Maybe, if you're lucky," she teased.
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"Oh, I will...." He said softly, kissing her head and gently rubbing her thighs under the blanket. "When does your father want me to talk to the lawyer?" He asked softly
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Morgan rolled her eyes playfully before leaning in to peck his lips again. "I'm not so sure I believe you," she giggled playfully. She then sort of wrinkled her nose. "Before lunch. He just wants you to explain your situation," she murmured softly. She leaned into his hand as it rubbed her thigh, and sort of pressed herself closer to him. Desperately looking for any sort of touch, she supposed.
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Caleb chuckled at her response to her hands. He'd begun to feel so much safer with her, the exception being at school. "I love you so much..." He said softly
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