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Caden awoke the next morning, heading to go shower the sweat off him before coming back out in his boxers. He followed the delicious aroma into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Rose's waist and pecking her neck before resting his chin on her shoulder---clingier than ever. "Morning," |
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Rose giggled softly, smiling. "Good morning, babe" She said softly, turning and kissing his cheek as she flipped pancakes in the pan. "How'd you sleep?" |
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"Mm, best I have in a while." He murmured, grinning tiredly. |
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"Yeah?" she murmured, turning and cupping his face. Her thumbs rubbed his cheeks gently, pressing a kiss to his lips before turning back to the food so it didn't burn |
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"Mhm, no nightmares or anything. Got up and expected to be sore but honestly, I just feel loose and its great." He murmured, mouth watering at the sight of what she was making. |
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She smiled, blushing slightly. This man was hers. She could still hardly believe it. "Ready for breakfast?" She asked, plating his food |
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"Absolutely," Caden chirped, pecking her cheek before taking the plate. "Thanks, babe." |
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"Of course, love" She said, plating her own food and sitting down beside him |
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Caden grinned taking a bite. "It's delicious, Rose." |
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"I'm glad" She said, finishing her small portion and taking in both their dishes once he was done too |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
