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There were a few woven blankets made of coarse twine.
He closed his eyes, leaning into her warm touch.
"Night, angel boy," she said sleepily.
Eli was moving around, looking carefully.
He melted completely, leaning his forehead against hers.
She slipped down into the sheets. "Night, Sariel."
It was ordinary.
He flushed, squinting at her. "We've been over this."
She got into her side, taking off her glasses.
It seemed fairly simple.
He looked down at her, frowning. “I beg your pardon?”
She groaned before pulling down one side of the bed. "Here."
There was a sheet of metal in the back corner that had been made into some kind of rocking chair.
He leaned over and kissed the top of her head as they began to descend.
"Dude! Make a decision. I'm fine with you staying."
A skull grinned up at her.
He continued to watch her thoughtfully.
She raised an eyebrow. "Sariel, I'm a grown ass girl. I've had plenty of sleepovers. Do what you want."
The huts, strangely enough, didn't smell terrible. There were some mats in the corner that served as beds and they smelled like sweet hay. There...
He kissed her back, slipping an arm around her waist.
