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“Darling,” the sound leaves Millie’s lips gentle as the breeze. Her lover moves silently and it is still a thing that Millie is getting used to. Not even the noise of breath. If Caroline has footsteps, she’s never heard them padding across the floorboards of this funny place they call home. 

Even now, the hairs on the back of her neck are flat - as if they still do not believe that she is being  w a t c h e d.

She blinks, turns unsteady lip into a smile. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” She stutters and it sounds a little like an excuse. 

“I didn’t disturb you....