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↬ BEGIN AGAIN - chapter thirty-two

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↬ BEGIN AGAIN - chapter thirty-two.
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it was one of those lazy mornings that stretched into the afternoon, where the sunlight filtered softly through the curtains and the only sound was the quiet noise of the tv

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it was one of those lazy mornings that stretched into the afternoon, where the sunlight filtered softly through the curtains and the only sound was the quiet noise of the tv. sophie and joe were tangled up together in bed — the kind of comfortable where they couldn't tell whose limbs where whose anymore.

"i can't believe you actually watch this show," sophie muttered, her head resting under joe's chin as she laid on his chest while joe watched an episode of forensic files.

"it's interesting if you pay attention," joe defended, absently running his fingers through her hair.

"no, it's weird," she argued, wrinkling her nose but not moving because there was no place she'd ever want to be that wasn't joe's arms.

"no, weird is you crying laughing over a cat video because the kitten stuck it's tongue out," joe smirked and laughed at his own argument.

"you literally laughed at it," she argued back defending herself.

"i didn't cry because i was laughing so much," even as they argued he still leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"you're an ass, y'know that?" she lifted her head off bis chest to lock eyes with him.

"i love you," he leaned forward and held her face as he planted soft, gentle kisses on her lips.

"i love you more," she giggled against his lips.

they fell back into the comfortable silence as sophie laid her head back on his chest. her fingers slipping under his shirt as her freshly painted fingernails played with the hem of his shirt.

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