[ The kiss warms him up better than the blankets ever could. He plants another one chastely on Molly's forehead and strokes his back with a slow methodical hand, tracing every bump of a scar with his thumb before moving on in search of another. ]
Wake me up if you're up first.
[ He doesn't want to wake up alone, not after tonight. ]
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[ The kiss warms him up better than the blankets ever could. He plants another one chastely on Molly's forehead and strokes his back with a slow methodical hand, tracing every bump of a scar with his thumb before moving on in search of another. ]
Wake me up if you're up first.
[ He doesn't want to wake up alone, not after tonight. ]