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Amelia's POV His house was a perfect reflection of him, filled with black furniture with a splash of white and grey every where. I was currently in his room, which was filled with scent he was on the bed with me straddling in his lap, his head in the crook of my neck. Everytime he held me it I felt as if he was holding me together, our actions louder than any words we could develop to say. My eyes caught the time and I pulled away slightly to catch a glimpse of his face. "It's 5:47," I informed him, I was slighty shocked by the time since we had been here since 1, but in reality it didn't feel that long. "Are you hungry?" He asked. "No I'm fine," I whispered snuggling into him, loving the warmth he emitted. "I love seeing you like this," he said referring to his T-shirt that I was wearing. "And I love wearing them, I sometimes sit around and try to figure out what cologne is on it," I confessed and he chuckled ki