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Like King Tut's tomb.
I said he didn't have to contribute toward rent while he was getting his degree, but he insisted that he couldn't live with me for free. We compromised that he'd pay the utilities.
All the while, his mouth tattooed kisses along my neck and shoulders. He hugged me tighter, his right hand delving until two of his fingers slipped inside of me and thrust upwards rapidly.
I wanted the old traditions I'd always known. with Chris added in.
Bradley always teased that I should change my degree to botany because I had such a green thumb. That maybe I was a long-lost son.
In the bedroom.
" He kissed my head again.