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She drifted off next to him, her face buried in his neck.
She settled next to him, closing her eyes as well. "Night, Z."
She sighed a little and he would smell the mint from the toothpaste. She moved closer to him, slipping her arms around his waist. "I love you too."
She tilted her head curiously before crawling into the bed next to him. She was soft and clean and warm, and she scooted up next to him...
She emerged about 15 minutes later. She was wearing soft pajamas, consisting of a cream blouse and linen shorts that rested on her hips. Her hair...
She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck before nodding. She crossed the room and opened a drawer in the bedside table. She pulled out pajamas...
She laughed, glancing over at him. “Am I that repellant?”
She dimpled before gathering the bottle and putting the corn husks into the compost.
She finished, cupping a bowl in her hands before offering it to him, her eyes wide and earnest.
She was frowning, but she pulled away from him, pulling out two bowls and beginning to ladle in soup.
She seemed troubled by this plan, running her fingers through her hair nervously. "Z..."
She blinked, faltering a little as she looked up at him. "No?"
Her shoulders slumped and she looked up at him tiredly. "That's okay. I can clean up." She frowned, looking out the window as she began to plan...
She dimpled, leaning her head back against him. "I love you too," she replied quietly before looking back down at the soup. It seemed to be some...
She made a small noise of surprise, her ears perking up as she glanced up at him. “Hello,” she said softly, tilting her head.
June was cooking something on the stove. [SPOILER] [SPOILER]
The bathroom was clean and well-kept. The floor was hardwood, the lumber boards obviously treated and laid by hand. Inside the shower were soft...
She glanced over at him, her brow furrowed. "Go shower," she said after a moment.
"I don't think I'm frightening," she replied. "But I think you might be convinced to leave by your fear."
"You seem to be very scared of my mother," she replied, shrugging off the bag and setting it by the door. "I don't want you to run away from me."
