Oliver’s arms groped the bed searching for her heat. “Chloe?” he grumbled her name when his search came up empty. The sun’s rays were just starting to shine through the window.
“Yea?” her voice carried from their connected bathroom.
He grinned to himself. Their. His things was their stuff. Her stuff was their stuff. He was ecstatic about the
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great story(:
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