“Did you know otters hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart?” Gabbi mumbled sleepily after I tucked her into my side, completely exhausted after I’d made her come another time. I tried to go slow, but she’d practically jumped me after I’d caressed her backside, and I couldn’t really complain. “What?” I asked, tracing a finger over the tattoo behind her ear. “I think it’s cute. They don’t want to be separated from the one they love, even when they sleep. Very romantic, those otters.” “Are you asking me to hold your hand while we sleep, sweetheart?” “Mhm,” she said as she
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