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Caden awoke the next morning, adjusting his arm around her waist and slipping his eyes back shut. |
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Emily woke, jolting back from his movement in surprise. She sighed, cuddling in after realizing what she'd done |
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Caden slipped an eye open, grinning hazy at her. "Scare ya?" He mused, voice heavy with sleep and his thick accent he hid. |
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She smiled at his accent. "A bit" She admitted, running her hand down his throat in wonder. "You have an accent" She said softly. "I love it" |
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"Yeah yeah, it sucks." He mused, chuckling at her words. |
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"No, it doesn't. It's so...unique. I love your accent, Caden" |
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"Nobody understands what I say, people stare like crazy, and people talk so quickly." He muttered. |
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"Then they can have a chat with me about it." She said, a slghtly frustrated tone slipping out. |
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"Fine, fine. Only because you like it," He murmured, pecking her lips. |
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She grinned. "What cars do you need fixed up today?" She asked, kissing his cheek |
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Sunny
