Date:Â Sunday, May 16th, 2021 Time: 10:22 am Location:Â Clarkâs Noraâs house
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Nora stirred, slowly beginning to wake up. She felt a bit of muscle soreness in her arms as her mind began to process things after being asleep. The nymph had asked Damien for help to do some spring cleaning at her fatherâs house and the two of them had moved around some stuff, packed things to store and stash things in boxes to give away. And they had only tackled half of it yesterday⌠She stretched a little and then curled again into the position she was, eyes finally fluttering open. âHeyâ she said with a soft smile, her voice still a little groggy from sleep, when she found a pair of blue eyes looking at her. âYouâve been awake long?â she asked as she moved closer to Damien. The nymph usually woke up pretty early but given their hard work the day before, sheâd just slept until she felt well-rested.
Damien had never been a heavy sleeper, not since being stuck in foster care, and he definitely didnât sleep at the facility. Therefore he had chronic bags under his eyes, at least thatâs what he thought. Sometimes if Nora sighed in her sleep, heâd stir, open one eye to check on her, then nuzzle back and fall asleep within moments. This morning, however, the sun woke him up and he refused to go back to sleep. With her blonde hair slightly tousled, her calm, even breathing a quiet hum in the air, her skin smelling of warmth and love--that is what Clarkâs house always smelled like, like Nora, like heat radiating from a crackling fire that gave you goosebumps and made you think of good memories--a time, a life, he had never experienced. The beauty emanated and filled his heart with serene yearning, and he couldnât miss another second of looking at Nora.
He didnât even feel himself smiling until her eyes opened inches from his own. Her face engulfed his line of sight, all he could see was her and the aura of the morning light around her. âNot long enough,â he whispered, trying to quietly breathe in her natural scent. He loved waking up with her, smelling her sheets, smelling their scents mixed together, but mostly he loved smelling Nora in the morning. It was a little heavy but in the best way possible, so unique and warm and deep, engulfing his senses. âYou know... Iâm not in any rush to get home. Or get out of bed. Or... pack,â he chuckled, diverting his eyes which meant he was shy and was only thinking about one thing: a kiss. âYouâre not in a hurry, are you? âLazy Sunday,â know that phrase?âÂ















