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Laying in the bed I used to find confining, I can finally see the warmth that always wished to welcome me even when I didn't want it to. I inhaled the earthy scent the duvet held and then Luke walked through the door in all his mighty glory. His hair disheveled, his shirt buttons half undone and the biggest smile plastered on his face.

"Finally" he spoke walking towards me. He untied the silky rope holding my hands together and leaned into me.

"I missed you." he whispered into my ear, turning my head to the side gently with his fingers, and giving me a lingering kiss.

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