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"Now keep that promise," Emery asked of him, pressing another kiss to his cheek before standing and dressing once more. She walked into their 'kitchen' area and pulled out a bag of chips, opening them and bringing them back. |
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Noah smiled, watching her get up. "Ooh, those are my favorites," he hummed, reaching for the bag. |
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Emery put them out of his reach so she could grab a handful before handing the bag off, getting back in bed beside him. |
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Noah smiled and took the bag, happily munching down. He put the bag in between them when she laid down so they both could have some. |
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"Good lord, you hungry?" She asks, popping another chip in her mouth. |
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Noah chuckled. "Yeah, why?" |
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"Looks like it, is all." Emery said, chuckling lightly as she grabbed a handful. |
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"Well, these are my favorites," |
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"I don't blame you, they're my favorite too." |
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Noah smiled and chuckled. |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
