You come downstairs wearing thigh high shorts and a long shirt over it, youre hair in a messy bun. You want a cookie, you open the drawer. You curse under your breath, Its too tall. You jump, trying to get it. On your third jump, you feel strong veiny arms around your waist pulling you down Emory's back pressed up against yours, he grabs the cookie jar Emory: You want this love? As you bite it he bites it from your mouth, his lips brushing up against yours (CRINGEY IK. IM SORRY)
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