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Edited at June 4, 2026 02:45 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Emery simply kept him close, rubbing his back slowly as he clung onto her, waiting for him to pull away, yet she was willing to stay like this all day. |
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Edited at June 4, 2026 02:46 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Emery was content with simply just staying like this, trailing her nails up and down his back. |
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Edited at June 4, 2026 02:46 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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The woman stayed where she was, continuing to trail her nails up and down his back, staying silent unless he decided to talk. The silence was like a blanket, but not the comfyest. |
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Edited at June 4, 2026 02:46 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Emery eventually tightened her grip on him, going back to how she was when she first walked in to him crying. |
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Edited at June 4, 2026 02:47 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Morning Showers then Cooling
