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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Rowan’s House - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
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Willow looks up at Rowan, her brow crinkled as she nods. She can’t help but lean into him when he touches her cheek. When he only sets his hand on her head, not ruffling her hair, she can tell he’s being serious and feels embarrassed for not being stronger. [color=7EA6D7]“O-okay…”[/color] She says as he leaves before flushing. The stripping part is real?

She stares at the stairs after she hears the door close, her frown returning. Outside of running into Grant twice now, things over the last week had been going so smoothly. But now? It feels like the two have gone backwards now. Taking Rowan’s advice, Willow starts moving the pillows and blankets around, not really sure what nesting should look or feel like.