Part II
(Sequel to previous chapter)
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At some point, Beckett had nestled her back into Castle's chest, finding comfort in the expanse of his torso.
Her eyes fall closed, enjoying the long missed sensation of having someone else brush your hair.
She hears him place the comb on the tiled bathroom floor. Senses his body shift and hers going along with him. She's completely in his embrace now, his arms wrapped around her. Holding her close.
Kate relaxes into him, resting her head under his chin. She feels his warm breath against her scalp, nose nuzzling into her hair. Then, the tenderest of kisses.
She smiles.
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A/N: Thank you all for sticking around!