Miles is draped across your sofa, staring at the ceiling fan as it whirs. He’s fluttering a pencil anxiously in his right hand. You hear a long sigh and then sudden warmth behind you as he presses his chest to your back and wraps his arms around you, making you tense. Listen, i’ve been thinking… His arms tighten slightly and he nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. Maybe the one I want isn’t Marella…maybe it’s…someone else.
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09/09/2025
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09/09/2025