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Quietly so as not to waken Theodore, I tiptoed into the room; he snored softly and looked so peaceful. He had the blankets covering him only to his waist. His muscular arms and stomach were bare and I had to fight the urge to kiss his chest. There was a chill in the room so I poked at the fire and lifted Theodore’s clothes that he had left carelessly strewn on the floor. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ a sleepy growl from behind me made me jump. ‘That there is maids work? And my wife is no maid!’ I pulled a face and threw my eyes to heaven making Theodore laugh. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes. I could help but giggle, his hair was going in every direction and the creases from the pillow were marked on his face. ‘Oh Theodore you do look a sight!’ I laughed out loud and he
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