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Caden dug into the back of the cabinet, taking out a sealed bottle of wine and setting it down. |
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Rose picked up the bottle curiously, glancing at the label |
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"That's all I have.." He mumbled, finishing off another glass as he slid a arm around her waist. |
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"Do you want to open it or no?" |
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"Need to get rid of it so why not?" He asks, peeling off the wax and popping it open. |
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Rose grabbed her favorite wineglass and filled it halfway |
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"Knew you'd take it," He mused, pecking her cheek, breath reeking of rum. |
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After a while, Rose finished off her wine and felt a bit....yeah...ANyways, she took Caden's hand and just by habit led him up to bed |
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Caden grinned, settling close beside her as his gaze flicked to her lips before back up to her eyes-getting lost in them for a moment. |
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"What?" She questioned softly, quietly, as she smiled a small smile. "You're so handsome" She breathed after a moment, crashing her lips to his |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
