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“Gotta get out of this bed, babe. It"s almost noon and I know you always have lunch with dear old dad on Sundays.”
I heard the sweet-as-f**k moan she omitted as I pulled on her ankles, hoping to annoy her enough to get up from her spot, smack dab in the center of my bed. A few of my boys that have settled down and married off their women have all told me one thing: if your girl hogs the blankets, don"t marry her. Your toes will never be warm, again. I"d been pretty sure they were all blowing smoke up my ass at the time but, after just spending one night with her, I knew that s**t was true. I barked out a laugh as I realized that was a small price to pay to have her. My girl might hog all the blankets and even the pillows, too, but she was also the kindest and sexiest thing I"d ever
