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EZRA
My entire body ached from a weekend sleeping in a vehicle and on the hard ground with nothing more than a sleeping bag covered in dry c*m and sweat.
But I’d never felt better.
After a brief conversation with Aaron on Monday night after he visited with his dad, I climbed into my own bed, sighing at the softness, the scent of dryer sheets instead of woodsmoke and spunk.
But I missed the hard body entangled around mine. Missed Aaron’s roughened hands, his feathered kisses over my face, and the murmurs of how much he loved me.
Still, I smiled against my pillow.
Even though work at Simply Grace loomed with the sure sunrise, I slept like a baby, and when morning came, I stretched, my lips once more curling upward at my body’s reminder of the weekend.
A hot shower loosened me up a
