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fingers drummed lightly on the table as she watched laura's face. for a moment, she considered reaching for her hand to offer some comfort, but she was relieved when Laura spoke again; she simply couldn't bear seeing the two of them in such a difficult position. "let's be +

fair enough. keep your sentiment. just know for the record, i definitely don't mind a sexy woman having me on her mind.

arms coming up on instinct, wrapping around her without hesitation. one hand pressed firm between her shoulder blades, the other sliding up to cradle the back of her head. long forgotten that he was damp of sweat. for now it didn’t matter. “hey…” muttered again +

pulse loud within his ears, breath had yet to steady out. fingertips push back the hair that had fallen across his forehead as he steps into the kitchen. slowing to a stop when he notices her, in the light only offered up by the starting to rise sun. the skills archer noticed +

being awake early is held for those who slept, who had succumb the rest and drifted off. he hadn’t, a few hours of lying in bed to no avail he’d got up. pitch black he’d left the house in running gear, a watch and a bottle of water. phone left on the kitchen table; place it +

arms folded loosely over her chest as she finished her pastry, gaze drifting far off, mirrored by her thoughts. laura wasn't wrong, but she doubted clint was budging this time; even he didn't seem to know what he wanted, torn between his duty to the world and his role as a +