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Steele wraps his arms tightly around her. At some stage, they made it onto the floor. Steele had always considered the tables within Wolfgrove rather sturdy and strong, but they weren't showing any of that during the paces the couple were putting the flimsy furniture through. The floor is hard and cold but Steele’s warm body is shielding all that for Wren. The drugs wore off somewhere in the middle but it didn't stop them. Once the feelings were vented, they just couldn't stop Steele put everything into it, how he felt when she walked away, that first day at Wolfgrove without her, that first class, sitting down to eat. How it felt when she walked back into their lives like a breath of fresh air when he was choking on the stagnant life. Even how it felt to have that first friend on that v