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"The sorness is what I meant," He explained, peaking one of his eyes open to gaze at her. |
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She nodded with a frown. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that with you..." She said quietly |
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"Hell I enjoyed every part of it," Caden noted, slipping his eyes shut again. |
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"Im sore half the time anyway though," He noted |
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She nodded, still wishing she hadn't caused him pain |
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"I'll go make breakfast," Caden informed, heading downstairs despite the protest in his body. |
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He came back up with two plate of eggs and bacon, a stack of pancakes on either one. |
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She was still half alseep, quiet, and overthinking her body. "Thanks" She said, kissing him before eating her food. She finished, took care of her dishes, and changed into sweatpants and a black tank top that hugged her curves. She sighed, biting her lip in worry as she looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her eyebrows pulled together in worry as she turned 45 degrees |
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Windy with Flurries
