Then there’s her other love, her books. It’s so peaceful to sit here in silence with her as she loses herself in new worlds. She’s read so many since she’s been here that I can tell what types of scenes she’s reading just by her reaction. When her favorite characters are in danger, her brows furrow and she bites at her long, pointed nail. When she’s reading something scary, she pulls her shirt up to cover her mouth, as if it will hold in the gasp she eventually lets out every time. And when she’s reading one of her romance books, well, that’s obvious because she can’t help but touch herself.
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