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His fingers were weaving in your hair , pressing kisses to your temple from time to time , whispering sweet nothings in your ear . The pitter patter of the rain against the windows , his soft voice lowing you too sleep in his arms . Content .
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His fingers were weaving in your hair , pressing kisses to your temple from time to time , whispering sweet nothings in your ear . The pitter patter of the rain against the windows , his soft voice lowing you too sleep in his arms . Content .