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Max awoke a few hours later, head resting on her hip as he sat up, checking the time. |
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Edited at June 12, 2026 09:13 PM by rose123
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Max layed back, folding his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, craving even a sliver of alchohol. When else was he supposed to propose? Wait until the next year for summer or spring? He wanted to propose now, get married to the girl of his dreams, carry on in life with her. He stood and pulled on a pair of sweats, unzipping his back and grabbing the velvet box, opening it to see the ring Kylie had described as the one she'd want. He sighed, slipping the box shut again before hiding the box in his bag, zipping it once more. |
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Edited at June 12, 2026 09:13 PM by rose123
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Max settled back beside her, pulling her back up against him as he got lost deep in thought, staring up at the ceiling with a hollow look. |
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Edited at June 12, 2026 09:13 PM by rose123
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Max blinked the thoughts away, his usual expression replacing the hollow one as he looked down at her, smiling softly. "Yeah, just zoned out." |
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Edited at June 12, 2026 09:14 PM by rose123
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"Babe," He murmured, cupping her cheek with his hand. "I'm fine, I promise. I would tell you if I wasn't," |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
