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[ She curls closer, using his shoulder as a pillow, and he gives her a squeeze, full of affection. Drowsiness seeps in and he's not sure if it's because of what they'd been up to a few moments before or if it's just his usual reaction to having her pressed to his side like this. As though he's been conditioned over the years.
Probably it's a bit of both. ]
Can't argue with that. [ His words are slurred at the ends. It's a struggle to stay awake—he's too relaxed and content. ] If we leave some windows open, we'll get the sound from the ocean.
[ Right now the light waves are just a dull roar, the glass muting most of it. Still, it's enough to drag him further into sleepiness, mind focused on the white noise. He turns his head to press a kiss to the top of hers and then letting out a slow, quiet sigh. ]
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Probably it's a bit of both. ]
Can't argue with that. [ His words are slurred at the ends. It's a struggle to stay awake—he's too relaxed and content. ] If we leave some windows open, we'll get the sound from the ocean.
[ Right now the light waves are just a dull roar, the glass muting most of it. Still, it's enough to drag him further into sleepiness, mind focused on the white noise. He turns his head to press a kiss to the top of hers and then letting out a slow, quiet sigh. ]