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CHLOE
If last night was any sign, it was clear, like the potato chip commercial, we could never eat just one—of each other. Would wake up in the middle of the night, gently disturbing each other’s slumber, and we went at it for another round. A round of sweet and tender lovemaking or hard and fast f*****g.
But that wasn’t the best part. What felt more right than anything was simply lying in his arms. It was a privilege I never had before, so I had nothing to compare it to, but I knew it felt extremely right.
He was so huge next to me. In his arms, I really felt like a tiny kitten. Feminine. And for the first time in my life, delicate.
No one had ever referred my body to as diminutive. All my life I was compared with my sister, who was tiny by comparison and left me looking huge in
