Xanthippe snickered as she rose to her feet, thankful that it was only for a short while before she could also slump onto the bed, her head against his chest.
She'd seen his shaky legs, though. She was going to treasure that memory, too.
She was kind of beaming, honestly. "Good," she decided. "I mean... I want you to think of me, like that."
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She'd seen his shaky legs, though. She was going to treasure that memory, too.
She was kind of beaming, honestly. "Good," she decided. "I mean... I want you to think of me, like that."