In the night, I woke up to a crash of thunder. I was still warm and dry, curled up against Graham’s side. Only now his hand was over mine on his chest, his other hand was now down on my hip and one of my legs was thrown over his. His breathing was even and it sounded like he was asleep but I could never be sure with him. Either way, in our sleep, we’d glued ourselves closer together. I knew I needed to move away but his hand on my hip was killing me. His fingers were just under the band of my panties and pressed into a spot on my hip bone that was making my breath hitch. It was one of my most
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