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"I'll catch you if you do break, love." He said softly, the sun slowly setting
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Morgan hummed gently at his comment, and looked up at him more than lovingly. She looked at him as if he was the very thing that gave her life. He was perfect, in so many ways. "You'll catch me?" She asked softly. "Well then, I might just break so that you'll hold me," she whispered.
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"Just say the word and i'll hold you, darling." He said softly, murmuring the words gently in her ear with his teeth grazing her skin. "But be careful....I might hold you a little.....closer." He said, flipping to hover above her on the soft grass. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, smiling at her adoringly. God, she was beautiful and perfect in every way. His hand abesntmidedly ran up and down the length of her body
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Morgan smiled softly to him after a moment, and was fully planning on leaning up to peck his lips when he flipped them over. She squeaked a little, although flopped back on the soft grass with a small chuckle. She kissed him back softly, her brows pinching together until he pulled away. She hummed and pursed her lips together. "A little closer, huh?" She asked quietly, her hands reaching to run up his chest. "I dunno, this seems pretty... close," she murmured softly, leaning up to press her lips back to his.
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"Is that another challeneg, my beautiful?" He taunted playfully, kissing along her collarbone and leaving a few hickeys. "Don't want to challenge me too much, darling. I might take you up on one.." He teased
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Morgan hummed softly, her head tilting slightly to the side as her hand ran up his side, gently clutching onto his shirt. "It might have been a challenge," she whispered, an amused sort of chuckle escaping her.
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"Is that a challenge you're willing for me to accept?" He asked softly, voice curious and teasing
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Morgan ran her hands gently up his shoulders for a moment, her eyes soft. "Well... it's a challenge for sure," she hummed gently. "It's up to you to accept," she whispered.
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Caleb half-smirked and gently pressed his lips to hers, asking for entry. Once that was gained, he kissed her deeper instantly, his hand on her head and the other on her waist
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Morgan hummed softly, her stomach flipping as his lips came back to hers. She groaned, her lips parting from his and meeting him in the middle so that her chest was pressed lightly against his.
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