"I forgot. Tonight." She was tense and her perfume had faded. I stroked my hands over her sides, wrapped my arms around her back, and tucked her head under my chin. I'd left my drawers on, and she was still in her chemise. She'd looked a little tired today at the Huberts', and she'd fallen asleep while researching architecture, of all things. "What do you say to…tomorrow morning?" I asked, rubbing my hand over her spine, smiling to myself as she softened against me. "In the morning? I…I am tired." "I am too," I said, shifting my hips away just enough for her to not be prodded with the physical
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