Disconnected ➵ c.h [au]

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"Hands around my waist, you're counting up the hills across the sheets. And I'm a falling star, a glimmer lightning up these cotton streets."

They went home and cuddled in bed, Emma's arms wrapped around his waist. She was staring out the window, a smile on her face.

"How did I get so lucky?" whispered Calum.

"Just think of me as your shooting star, a good luck charm." Emma glanced up at him.

"Yeah... You do light up my world."