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His mind was still fuzzy from the rum as he slipped under, pressed against her. |
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Rose woke the next morning with surprisingly a splitting headache. After getting dressed for the day, she sighed, taking an ibuprofen |
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Caden awoke the same time she did, slipping on a pair of sweats before leaving a top off from the previous night. His head had a dull pain that came in seperated waves, it being tolerable. |
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"How'd you sleep?" She asked, yawning |
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"Decent, how about you?" He asks, brewing a cup of coffee. |
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"Fine" She said softly, pecking his lips |
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"Well good," He mused, words clearer now. "must say--last night was pretty great." Caden said with a grin, sipping his drink. |
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"I agree" She said, smiling and making coffee. "But I think I enjoyed it much more than you..." She taunted softly |
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"Pretty sure you did since you were basically wasted by the end of it." He chuckled, ackolodging Murph. |
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"But you still liked it, huh?" SHe said softly, smiling |
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Morning Frost, but Warming
