Last Friday I came home late. I went to his place because he’d left the back door open for me. The walk from the car to the door froze me and it didn’t help that he barely keeps the heat above 55 degrees. I stepped out of my shoes at the door. I dropped my purse and coat on the kitchen table. I brushed my teeth, turned off the lights. I went into the bedroom as quietly as I could, and he shifted. I slipped out of my clothes and into the bed beside him.
“Hey baby. Thanks for leaving the door open.”
“No problem. Thanks for coming over.”
He wrapped himself around me, despite the chill I brought. As his skin warmed mine I smiled, and drifted to sleep.
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Yeah.
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