My woman was trying to regain her composure. I lifted the covers to my bed, and she gave me a soft, sympathetic look. I could n't help but feel as if I had been holding on to her for a long time. In fact, he liked the idea of her sleeping in bed with him, claiming her as a child. Her hair fell in a neat knot at the nape of her neck, and I wondered what it would be like to lie down. Sadly, that girl was the first time I had wrapped up in her body.
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