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She sighed. “Yeah. I know, I know but some day I’ll get you to cuddle and not feel awkward, and feel in public and not be awkward, and even let me dom once with no hip bruises!”  The girl pointed out playfully, meaning it more than she thought. “But until then I’m stuck with Mr. Unpredictable.”

Willow rolled her eyes, carefully getting up from the bed and hopping to the door way. “So much for cuddling..”

“On low.” She repeated before patting the bed again. “Get back here. I’ve seen you less than Dean. I’m sure drinks can wait”

She smirked, turning to look up to him. “I wouldn’t hate that idea one bit…” The girl said softly. “I don’t she a reason not to.”

She smirked as he kissed her forehead. “Good….It’s still happening. And then.. yeah.. us..”

“I just gotta heal.. No big. I usually heal really fast but this.. sucks.” She said with a roll of her eyes as she moved to lay her head on his chest. “I forgive you..I’m just glad you’re back and that all that bull shit is almost over so I can have my guy back.”

“Of course.” She said with a small sigh  before pointing to her ankle. “No, you need to hire people that know how to mop properly. I slipped and that’s what happens when dancers meet a wet floor.” The girl said with a nod before making her way to lay beside him. 

“Sooorry.” She said in a joking matter. “My mind is made, I want you here and close other than awake and away.” The girl said as she gripped his shirt slightly. “Here… hospital.. then here again.. And I’m going to assume you were working or gone.”

“No-nonononono” She said pulling him back. “Yes to more cuddles. Stay sleepy.” The girl said with a small laugh as she pecked his cheek. 

“Well you need to wake up, Mister. However I do like sleepy-cuddly Bren… Not gonna lie.” She mumbled into his chest again as she started to relax against him. 

Willow shook her head as she walked up to him, snaking her arms around his waist before pulling him into a hug. “How rude…” She mumbled into his chest. 

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