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... ing to. For some reason, my right hand didn’t want to move.

“huh? Why is kayda spooning me.” I said a bit annoyed, only to realise I was actually sleeping on my back while Kaydas’ hands were around my waist with her head on my shoulder, blocking my right hand from moving.

‘Her sleeping face really is the cutest thing ever.’ I thought, taking my free hand to brush Kaydas hair out of her face.

“wait, what is this?” I said, seeing some kind of bight marks on her neck when I ...

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