Last night, I was in the kitchen in sweat pants and a too-small shirt (stolen out of Jude's drawers), just making coffee. Hair not combed all day long. Wearing my glasses, with a few fingerprints on them. And then, I could feel him there. I knew he was in the room, even though he came in silently. Then he was there in the kitchen, chest pressed
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And you should always wear that shirt. you looked more gorgeous than usual.
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