[There's a quiet snort he tries to cover up with a throat clearing cough when she climbs into bed with him. He wasn't expecting company tonight-her whims are difficult to predict and he would've sooner thought a stranger would crawl through his window to lay with him before her.
But she says Shut up and he respects that wish by not saying a damn thing-only twisting his body so he can face her, one arm moving around her shoulders to pull this stunning little number closer.]
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But she says Shut up and he respects that wish by not saying a damn thing-only twisting his body so he can face her, one arm moving around her shoulders to pull this stunning little number closer.]
I didn't expect you tonight.