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"No, I think it's an under reaction." He mused, getting impatience and shooting both of them before speeding back home. |
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Emily was asleep on the couch, waking to the sound of a car. She was tired and weary of whoever it was. She recognized Caden in the passenger seat and sighed, relaxing. Her cheekbone was an angry red, dried blood and swelling obvious along with a dark purple/blue black eye |
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Caden saw her and pulled her tight against him, not wanting to let go. |
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She winced but hugged him. "Where were you?" She asked quietly. "Just now?" |
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"Had to go take care of some buisness," He murmured into her hair, hearing her wince and loosening his grip lightly. |
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She just hummed a response |
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Caden eventually pulled away, heading to go wash the small splatter of red on his arms. |
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She saw it and her eyes popped open. She leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed. "What was the business you had to take care of?" She asked, eyebrow raised |
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"Nothing special,"
He murmured, scrubbing at the stain. |
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She sighed, giving up. She just rubbed his back and massaged his shoulders gently |
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