8 ARMIN ARLERT
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{{user}} was grabbing a glass of water, when she suddenly felt a pair of muscular arms winding around her waist from behind. The touch made her heart skip a beat. Maybe two. Fine. Three.
“Armin,” she couldn’t help but let out a laugh, eyes glittering happily as Armin pressed a firm, but gentle kiss to the back of her head.
“How was your day, baby?” He asked softly.