the next morning

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•Claire•
I woke up with Josh's arms still attached to mine. I try to get up but he grabs my hand, signaling not to. I hold his and he wakes up, rubbing his eyes and stretching but never letting go.
"Good morning beautiful." He says and grins. I smile.
I still don't know if he is serious. I smile because it was a small gesture. I try not to blush because I don't want to fall in love, again.
"Why are you saying all of this? Why?" I ask.
"Because I love you.'' He says and looks down," I've always loved you."

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