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Emori was beautiful in sleep. She was beautiful always, but particularly now, when the world wasn’t weighing on her. Lately, he wanted nothing more than for her to be close, at all times. Especially tonight, as they both lied parallel in the dark. Murphy inched closer, holding his breath as though he’d lose all of this if he made the wrong move; he hesitated before draping his arm over her shoulder. Emori stirred slightly, making a soft humming sound and pressing her body against his chest. He exhaled, wondering when the hell he managed to get this kind of luck.
