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Amelia's POV
His house was a perfect reflection of him, filled with black furniture with a splash of white and grey every where.

I was currently in his room, which was filled with scent he was on the bed with me straddling in his lap, his head in the crook of my neck. Everytime he held me it I felt as if he was holding me together, our actions louder than any words we could develop to say.

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