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Patrick
We finished up dinner, and then after cleaning up, we moved into the living room. I flipped a movie on in the background and wrapped an arm around Morgan’s shoulders as we both pretended to watch the romcom on TV. All I could feel was the press of her hip into mine, her head tucked into my shoulder, our fingers threading together. The weight of her slight figure drove me crazy. I wanted to push her back into the couch and find all the ways to make her come. At the same time, I didn’t want to rush her.
Fuck!
“Did I mention that Steph wants you to be a bridesmaid?” I asked.
“What?” Morgan sat up and looked at me. The movie completely forgotten.
“Yeah. She’s thinking a New Year’s Eve wedding. I think you might have to wear glitter or something.”
“She would.” Morgan rolled he
