Her hair was brown and must have been at least to her waist. without them, I was suddenly wet, soaking through what panties I had. On a metaphysical level we were bound tighter than any ceremony or piece of paper could make us; in real everyday life, I was wondering what to do with him. I laid my head on his shoulder, curving my face into the bend of his neck, and getting that whiff of vanilla.
I remembered the weight of her, the smell of fresh turned earth, and ripe flesh. Hudson just looked at the hand, and the hand went away. With him holding my hand, the ardeur could not rise, or at least it could be put away for hours. He didn't wake completely, but his body responded to me climbing in beside him.
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