the progress project [3]

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fiona

she wakes up at the crack of dawn from christian cupping her face, shadow casting on him with his back blocking the sunlight streaming through the window.

"hey," he smiles, and kisses her forehead.

she sits up, and he shakes his head. "sh. i don't have much time. i just wanted to stop by and see how you're doing."

"'m good," fiona says, lips pressing against his chin. "missed you."

"i have to go," he groans, and slips out of the door before she can say another word.