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not_krysMaybe it the usual work drag of the past few weeks that had worn you down or the way James ran his fingers through your hair, but you couldn’t help dozing off, the summer sun beaming on you, the heat wrapping you in a warm blanket, all combined made you a sleepy mess.
Well, a would-be sleepy mess save for the continued shouting of Sam and Matthew playing in the ocean.
You could hear James mentally preparing a lecture the longer he looked at the water.
You smiled sleepily, touching his hand.
His fingers returned to your hair after that.
Well, a would-be sleepy mess save for the continued shouting of Sam and Matthew playing in the ocean.
You could hear James mentally preparing a lecture the longer he looked at the water.
You smiled sleepily, touching his hand.
His fingers returned to your hair after that.
