38_Fighting At The Docks
Cole POV “Time to get up,” Ariella gently shakes my arm. “Five more minutes,” I groan, turn around and pull the cover over my head. “I’m not messing around, Cole,” she yanks the covers off me. “We need to get to the docks.” “Fine,” I groan, sit up and scratch my head. “I’m up, I’m up.” “This will help,” she places a cup of coffee on the bedside table. “You’re already dressed,” I wipe over my face and pick up the coffee. “Yes,” she pulls on her boots. “It’s not fair that I can sleep soundly in your arms when Ray and Marybeth are separated.” “I can’t wait for this to be over,” I grunt, finish my coffee and get up. “I want to sleep in with you in my arms.” “Then get a move on,” she kisses me quickly. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can snuggle.” “Promise?” I tease, getting up.
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