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I need... my bed...
But getting up is not happening.
I turn my head, studying the room. It feels so good to know that every little bit of the house is clean.
Home.
I smile. Mine and Ethan's.
My big bad Alpha is at the kitchen sink, scrubbing the last of the dishes he used to make dinner after he shooed me off with a glass of wine... I think.
I eye the lovely goblet resting between my fingers. He never did tell me what was in it. Whatever is in it is pretty nommy, which makes me happy I actually agreed to it.
I can't keep my eyes from following his movements. He's so beautiful. It doesn't hurt that he decided to go shirtless, every bit exposed. I was slightly disappointed he's not naked but that can be remedied quite easily.
I feel so... different. I take another sip o
