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2026-04-19 19:34:00Levi
The movie flickers quietly on the screen, but neither of us pays it any real attention. The couch feels impossibly small with her so close beside me. Each subtle movement she makes under the blanket—the slight shift of her knee, the way her arm brushes against mine—is like fire against my skin. I want to reach, to trace, to feel every inch of her without permission, but I restrain myself… at least for now.
“Purrey,” I murmur, my
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