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He grinned hazy, wrapping his arms around her. |
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The two drifted off like that, Caden still grinning. |
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Rose woke the next morning, more sore than usual and almost painfully so. She could feel slight swelling--maybe she'd been too rough, even for herself? |
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Caden awoke with a groan, his face contorting slightly into a scowl before he buried his face in her shoulder. "Morning," He breathed, kissing it lightly. |
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"Morning" She murmured, shifting with a wince |
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"You sore too?" He asked quietly, propping himself up as his abs screamed in protest. |
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"It fuckin hurts more than sore" She muttered quietly. "But if you enjoyed yourself, that's why I'm here" |
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"Tell me about it," He mused, running a hand over his face. |
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