He presses his cheek against her smooth skin when she pulls the dress down
a little, sinks into the softness of her. His eyes drift closed, and he
nods.
"Is it safe?" he says, already stifling a yawn, still clinging to her. He
feels like he hasn't slept properly in days. Weeks.
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He presses his cheek against her smooth skin when she pulls the dress down a little, sinks into the softness of her. His eyes drift closed, and he nods.
"Is it safe?" he says, already stifling a yawn, still clinging to her. He feels like he hasn't slept properly in days. Weeks.