3am
(Takes place during the trip begun in
this RP thread)
He could feel the night tugging on him.
Ruairí resisted the pull, or did his best to. He was comfortable where he was, lying in the cozy brass bed in the Murphys' rental cottage with Abby nestled against him. He didn't want to move. And yet no matter how long he lay, the slow rise
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