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Caden just grinned at her words, matching her when she came to him. |
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Rose kissed him harder, the alcohol having made her common sense fuzzy |
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He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close as he deepened it--the rum encouraging him. |
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It was only the afternoon, but Rose felt like it was the next day by the time she broke away for air, panting with her head tipped back |
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He went straight for her neck, making sure to leave a mark everywhere he went. |
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Rose hummed with pleasure and contentment. ~~ Rose lay there, exhausted and half asleep |
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Caden had his arms around her, holding her close as his gaze trailed over the gallery on her neck. |
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"Like what you see now that you've marked me? Again?" |
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"Mhm.." He hummed, pecking her head. |
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Rose grinned sleepily and a bit drunkily as she fell asleep |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
