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Morning Bliss 2
Iori opened her eyes when she felt an arm circle her waist and pull her back as if she weighed nothing. She quietly groaned feeling a delicious ache around her muscles running through her like gentle reminder of the few happy hours she spent.
“You monster,” She complained opening her eyes to peek at Jun who was smiling down at her.
“You weren’t complaining this much earlier…” He commented and she sent him a half-hearted glare.
“What time is it?” She asked him shifting toward him and snuggling into his arms.
“Just before eleven, wanna have breakfast?”
“I don’t think that I can take a step out of here,” She mumbled,
“ah, we kind of overdid it today…” Jun commented wryly and it was Iori’s turn to chuckle,
“You’re saying that now” She threw back and he smiled down at her. A soft gentle smile, not teasing nor play
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