I only put my boxers back on before slipping back into her bed, and my eyes settle on her as she picks up my discarded T-shirt and throws it on. Shit. She looks so fucking good wearing my clothes. Then again, she looks good in everything. And in nothing at all. Wendy walks over to the bed and slips in beside me, nuzzling herself into my bare chest when I wrap an arm around her waist to pull her to me. She hums happily, her eyes fluttering shut, and I feel my lungs contract. I love that she feels content in my arms. I love that she feels safe enough to lay with me like this. I love having her
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