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"One last thing. " Chris raised his eyebrows.
He was on his back with one arm under my neck. I was on my side facing him, and I kept sighing from his fingers casually running through my hair.
I understand, and I'm with you all the way.
My intent to ask you for a blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch went out the window. I couldn't walk away.
He was always so peaceful, unlike when I twisted about and talked while dreaming. Especially, when my dreams were about sex.
I know some women like to call their men 'Daddy,' but.