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Some days were good.
They'd lay on her bed in silence. Her head on his chest, his fingers caressing her back lightly.
He loved her and the feel of her weight on him. It reminded him that she was there. That she wasn't going to leave. She smelled like vanilla and sunshine to him, and he wouldn't have her any other way.This wasn't an ordinary occurrence. They weren't lovers, or looking for love at all. But when she looked up at his face, his long eyelashes and gorgeous cheekbones and full lips, she realized that she could love him.