[ She's warm, and he soaks it in, pulling the blanket close around them. He doesn't bother being shy about pressing kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her neck - just familiarizing himself with it. ]
We're past the end. [ Royce murmurs, resting a hand against the side of her cheek and running his thumb along her cheek, under her eye, gently. ] It doesn't matter where we go now, you're right.
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We're past the end. [ Royce murmurs, resting a hand against the side of her cheek and running his thumb along her cheek, under her eye, gently. ] It doesn't matter where we go now, you're right.