[ Rose rolls on to her side to fit her body against his, one leg slightly curved over his knees and a hand tucked in at his waist. It's far too gentle for the type of people they are, for the relationship they have. But still, she allows it, her cheek resting against his shoulder.
Maybe you were born under a lucky star.
[ She has no idea how these things work, she's never been particularly blessed. ]
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Maybe you were born under a lucky star.
[ She has no idea how these things work, she's never been particularly blessed. ]