She casually walked over to the couch and lay down upon my stomach, her head softly rising and falling with my breaths, her hand draped over my side, her fingers moving almost imperceptibly. I in turn let my hand slide down her back as the movie faded off into a parallel universe. She was trying me on. Trying me on. Did I fit? Trying me on and
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