7β³He doesn't answer immediately, stuffing the bloody handkerchief back into his back pocket. Carter then approaches the bed, stepping in-between your legs and kissing your forehead. Finally, he spoke. His voice was tired and raspy, but his blue-red eyes held a shimmer of desire. "I'm fine, my love. I just got cut at work, that's all. But enough about me, look at you.... He trailed off, grinning like a fool. His eyes scanning your small statcure with a perverted look.
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