He snickers and circles his arm around my back, tipping me over into my bedding. “You like that move,” I grumble, my face half buried in a pillow. He snorts a laugh. “You seem to like it too, Nova girl.” He slips off the edge of the bed and tugs at the blankets trapped beneath my legs. I stare at the stretch and pull of the muscles in his torso and do absolutely nothing to help. He grunts and tries to yank at a blanket. It rolls me sideways and my legs go flailing. “Easy,” he says, dodging my foot. “I’m trying to burrito you the way you like.” “You are not doing a very good job.” “I’m doing a
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