Damien was worn out, he was drained to such an extent that "drained" felt like a misleading statement.He strolled inside his home at past eleven, and saw that Aria was sleeping on the love seat.His sincere a warm press, she generally sat tight for him, even now, in her condition.He brought himself down to contact her face, stroking her cheek delicately, he eliminated a wanderer hair and tucked it behind her ear.Aria's eyes squinted open, she appeared to be surprised at first however at that point she grinned at him."I was hanging tight for you," she said modestly, sitting up."I know," Damien said.They strolled higher up one next to the other, his hand in hers.Aria grinned, she preferred basic minutes like this when she felt as she didn't have to talk, he definitely understood what she was thinking, then she felt an unexpected ache of responsibility, she understood what she was going to do, and in the event that he could guess what she might be thinking, then he would know it a
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