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Caden awoke the next morning, groaning as he barely moved. "Shit..."
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Emily hadn't slept at all, rolling over to face him. "You okay?" SHe asked quickly, concern in her features |
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"Yup," He answered stiffly. "Just sore in the best way."
Caden grinned |
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She nodded, not speaking of the blazing pain that was definitely not in the best way between her own legs |
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Caden readjusted his arms around her, holding her tighter. |
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She winced slightly at the movement |
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"Fuck are you okay?" He quesitoned, concerned. |
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"I'm fine" she said quickly, not wanting him upset with her. She stood up and walked painfully to his dresser, taking one of his shirts with great, sharp pain that elicited another wince |
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"Em ..." He breathed, propping himself up with a wince. |
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"you said you enjoyed it. That's what matters. That's my job" she said quickly, reciting the words her ex had drilled into her |
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Sunny
