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The following day, Juraj flew to New York and left Emília all alone in his apartment the next morning. They stayed for another thirty minutes at the scenic hill. Then Juraj drove them home. He carried her bridal style and all. The pair fell asleep in his comfortable bed, cuddling the whole night.
Millie got up from the unfamiliar bed. An arm was loosely drapped over her waist. Her face got red, once she remembered last night's events. The way her head laid in the crook of his neck, gently kissing it every once in a while; the way his hand rubbed up and down her waist while they were falling asleep; how she whispered sweet nothings to him. She couldn't help but notice the butterflies in her stomach erupting.
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Her text didn't get a single reply. In fact, only one of the three other girls in the group read it. It was strange, to say the least. Someone always replied. It was an unwritten rule between them. And a written rule was no leaving on read, which was already broken.
