Forty-nine | 2 days, 11th hour
“Sorry,” Cain apologizes, and this is practically the seventh or eighth apology he’s given me since we saw each other over an hour ago. “I said I’d be the first person you see by the time you wake up, but…” But he’d gone home around ten in the evening already. “I told you, it’s fine,” I reassure Cain, smiling on one side and sipping my iced tea the next minute. “Besides, you treating me breakfast already paid it off.” I laugh, but Cain only shakes his head, frowning slightly. I trace a finger on the back of his hand, curling my lips into a smirk. “Cain, its fine,” Placing a kiss on his cheeks, Cain curls his lips into a small smile. “You always know how to make me smile,” He responds cheekily, placing an arm around my shoulders and then brushing his lips against mine. Cain pulls away,
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