Morgan of the Wildfire

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12 Days of Rowaelin Day 1: First Holiday Season Together

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okay, so this one is very short, but i thought it was sweet 😊 i'm just trying to get my writing juices back into working order! hopefully you enjoy!

@rowaelinscourt

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The air was icy that morning, and all Rowan wanted to do was stay in bed, curled up under the comforters and not exposing an inch of his skin to the cruel cold. Why would he bother leaving, when all he wanted was right here?

Golden hair was strewn across his face, tickling his nose, but he didn’t even move to shift it. Aelin’s warm body was tucked into his, her head in his neck and her arm wrapped over his chest, her leg tucked over his hip. It was her favorite way to sleep, and he certainly wasn’t complaining. He enjoyed having her in his arms. 

And just maybe - he was mooching off her body heat.

Champagne Nights

Rowaelin Month Day 14 - skinny dipping

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Aelin knew she was tipsy. It wasn’t her fault, she blamed the champagne. Too much champagne at her work event, too many bubbles making her giggle like a schoolgirl as she and Rowan stumbled out of the limo, heading back toward the door of her mansion. Hey, old money plus a fat check from being a CEO came with quite a few perks. And her fiance behind her came with some perks too.

“You are so drunk, Aelin Galathynius,” Rowan laughed, holding her waist as she nearly fell against the front door, giggling more as she struggled to fit the key in the lock.

“It won’t fit, Rowan,” she said, laughter bubbling up her words, “it won’t -” she tried again, everything seeming so godsdamned funny for some reason. “I can’t get it.” She turned to face him, laughing more at the smile on his face, the expression something she couldn’t quite name in her cloudy state of mind. Loving? Amused? Whatever, she didn’t care, she just shoved the keyring at him. “You do it,” she insisted, her face trembling with the effort to not just burst into laughter as he snatched the keys from her, the hot pink keychain in his big strong hand making her snort.