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Caden chuckled, flipping the lamp off before drifting off, pinned beneath her. |
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She easily slipped into sleep before he even shut off the lamp |
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Caden eventually drifted off, not too comfy flat on his back. |
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Emily rolled away from him in the middle of the night, arms wrapped around her own torso in a fearful position |
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Caden grinned, shifting immediately onto his side and drifting back off. |
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Emily slept restlessly, tossing, turning, whimpering |
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She eventually kept bumping into him, pushing him off the bed to which Caden woke up in the middle of falling and let out a yelp as half of the bed sheets followed. He groaned, rubbing his eyes as he tried to figure out what the hell had happened. The man got a pair of boxers and pulled them on, sitting up before standing and glancing around. |
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Emily jumped up, terrified before realizing what had happened and panicking. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Caden. I didn't mean to push you off, I swear..." |
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Caden jumped when she did, looking back at her in a half asleep daze. "Huh?" He said slowly, making his way back over and back under the covers muttering incoherant things before slipping back into sleep. |
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She watched him before sighing and just getting dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt of her own. She walked downstairs, laying in the couch so she would bother him again |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
