Trades And Orgasms
I smirk as she gives me a gentle nudge and lies her head down on my chest and enters the card details onto the device.
I run my hands through her hair as she scrolls through books for over half an hour, occasionally she'll stop on one and talk to me about it. She doesn't look up at me, but she knows I'm listening, and I am. I'm completely engrossed in hearing her talk about books she's forgotten that she loves, ones she's always wanted to read and ones she thinks I'll like. For her, recommending a book seems kind of like the equivalent of being made a mix tape. I'll check through the receipt when it gets emailed to me, maybe I'll give one or two of her recommendations a go. Or I'll read one
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