“Where are you going?” His voice was muffled in my hair. “You are not knotting me for like the fifth time.” I laughed. “Go back to sleep. I’m going for a quick swim and then to do my daily lighthouse checks. I’ll be back in a minute.” His hold didn’t loosen. “Eastonnnn.” “Oliveeeeee.” I laughed as I pushed off of him. “I’ll be right back.” Easton sat up, his curls sticking up every which way and his eyes bleary. “Did you say swim?”
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