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"Maybe."
She tilted her head, looking as if she wanted to say something but shaking her head. "Good morning."
"And you're you."
"Warm ups?"
He turned, yawning. He didn't notice she was awake.
She pursed her lips.
She sat up, sounding rather unsure. "Rowan?"
"It does, doesn't it?"
Avice laughed slightly. "Not quite."
He yawned, stretching out as his eyes fluttered open.
"What? No. I want to ram my lips into your lips except softly. A kiss. But, you know. That doesn't always have to be gentle."
Her eyes opened and she blinked, pulling back slightly.
"I know so."
She nodded, kissing his forehead before setting Sawyer in his seat.
(Yoop!)
"No.. My face. Except softly. And its just our lips.'
She closed her eyes, sighing.
"It's good."
"We are. It'll be quick."
He didn't notice, drifting off.
