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The gentle rustle of his footsteps echoing in the hotel room's hushed ambiance. Chris quietly trailed behind me into the hotel room. "Hey." his voice, a soothing melody, resonated as he enveloped me in his embrace. A shiver of warmth cascaded through my cold body, melting the chill within. "I missed you." Chris' murmured words, muffled in the soft tendrils of my hair, echoed a longing only his touch could express.

"Mhm." I responded softly, nestled in his comforting hold.
After a lingering moment, I gently detangled myself, meeting his gaze as his cerulean eyes sought my own. His tender thumb traced a path beneath my tired eyes, his voice a whispered caress, "You look tired, go get some sleep." Chris' hand trailed down, tracing a gentle arc between the curve of my neck and the slope of my shoulder before his lips brushed mine in a tender, fleeting connection, leaving me with a soft peck.

"I always look tired." I sighed quietly, finding solace in the tranquility of his kiss. "Exactly." he affirmed with a soft smile, prompting a playful roll of my eyes in response. "I'll go shower first." I stated.

"Okay," Chris replied softly, his hand trailing down the length of my hair, a silent reassurance lingering in his gentle gesture as I moved away, momentarily basking in the comforting presence he offered.

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As the last three days in New York whirled by, laughter painted our moments with joy. Clo's company was a refreshing escape from my hectic work life, making me wish these moments could linger forever. Yet, the reality of departure loomed.
Strolling towards the train, Clo couldn't resist a playful quip, "How long is this gonna be? We should've gotten a plane ticket."
"It was your brilliant train idea; now we're in for a two-day train ride." I retorted.
"You should've said no."

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