Chapter 17: Morning After

The expression, slept like a log, came to mind. I stirred briefly in the morning, whining softly until I felt the warm reassuring hard muscled arm of my lover wrap around my waist and cuddle me. I fell back asleep quickly as I nuzzled the warm chest beside me. Though even the deepest sleeps ended… Continue reading Chapter 17: Morning After

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