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Are we still talking about how big the bed is or are we talking about something else now?

“We should go ahead and get under the covers, don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah…uh, shit.”

“What? What is it?” Is she having second thoughts about agreeing with my mom and Ruby to do this?

“I, um,” she’s blushing like she just found out I have her underwear shoved in my top drawer where my boxers are kept so they are together…touching - which is, in fact, where they are, “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”

“What?”

“I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. I was trying to hurry and think of everything I needed to grab for a couple of days. I forgot to… it should be really easy for me just to pop over and…”

“Baby, you can’t go over there. You would never make it up those stairs and if memory serves me the back is even worse. Not to mention it’s night and we couldn’t see what the fuck we were doing. It’s just too dangerous.”

I watch as defeat causes her shoulders to slump, “Okay, I can just sleep in what I have on. It’s comfortable enough.”

“Or you could just borrow one of my shirts. It would probably make a dress on you anyway.”

“I couldn’t…”

“What? Put me out? You are going to be in my bed. I think if I’m fine about that then I won’t mind if you borrow one of my many shirts.” I walk over to the dresser, pull open one of the drawers, and take out one of my favorites before turning and handing it to her.

“Thank you. I’m really sorry about being all this trouble.”

“No trouble. How do you want to do this? I could step out or turn my back or…whatever is easiest for you.”

“I…it’s kind of cold out there in the hallway. I think it will be alright if you just turn around.”

“You sure.” She nods and I turn, giving her as much privacy as I can in the same bedroom.

It doesn’t take her long to tell me it is safe to turn around. The sight of her wrapped in my shirt has a knee-jerk reaction on my dick. The material clings to the peaks of her tits and lands close to the tops of her knees. It makes her look small and vulnerable, making me want to take care of her and do anything she needs me to do, like when she was naked earlier today.

“You, um, ready?”

She nods and there is an awkward silence as we both stand around waiting for the inevitable.

“We should probably go ahead and get in bed.” She nods but doesn’t make a move to get in.

“Yeah, we, um, probably should.”

I eventually walk around the bed and take her by the shoulders, forcing both of us on the bed. “Which side do you want, sweetheart.”

She’s on her knees in front of me and I have to really concentrate on what she is saying, “I, uh, don’t care. Either side is good with me.”

“K, why don’t you take that side, and I’ll take this side. Sound alright.”

“Yes. It’s good.”

Once we settle down the warmth of the room and the restless nights must catch up with her because it doesn’t take long beforeI hear her softly snoring. And it’s fucking adorable as hell. I must drift off too because when I wake a couple of hours later, the fire is not as high as I would like it and Marley is snuggled up close to me. In fact, she’s practically lying on top of me.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart you okay?”

All I get is a noncommittal sound that might have been a gasp, a moan, or a yes only in mumble form.

“You cold, Peach? Do you want me to make sure the fire doesn’t go out?”

“Little.”




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