Still half-asleep, Leslie Green felt her hair being gently towel-dried by Broderick Ackerley.
Once it was mostly dry, he switched to the hairdryer, carefully blowing it until every strand was smooth and soft.
She could feel his kiss land softly, and in the stillness of the night, his voice sounded especially tender.
“Night, Leslie.”
“Good night, Broderick,” she murmured before drifting off completely.
The next morning, Leslie woke up feeling sore pretty much everywhere—her throat especially scratchy.
She swallowed, feeling the dryness, and stayed a little dazed on the bed. That’s when Broderick walked in, spotting her zoning out.
In that moment, she looked so adorably spaced out it made his heart melt. He just wanted to wrap her up and give her the whole world.
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