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John smiled when he gently shut the door, expecting you to be in bed. You were sprawled on the little sofa, one bare foot just touching the floor, a thin blanket draped over you while your hand dangled down, a book slowly slipping from your hand.

"John?" You asked, trying to sit up as he stroked your hair.

"Is that my shirt?" John chuckled when the blanket fell down to reveal the loose fabric.

"I... It might be." You yawned and flopped against him as you slowly started to fall asleep.

"You're cure when you're sleepy." He chuckled as he lifted you into his arms and carried to your bed.

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