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I can’t help but tense when he rolls over, easily fitting his head into my lap and wrapping his arms around my waist like he fucking belongs there. He rubs his nose into my stomach and I nearly choke on my own saliva. Swallowing the lump that’s suddenly found a home in my too-tight throat, I wrap my arm around his back.
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