![]() It really should have struck me as odd, but it didn’t. He was also pressed even tighter against me. This time, his hand was under my shirt, warm and just barely touching the undersides of my breasts. Hours later, just before the sun would be coming up, I woke again. I shifted to a more comfortable position and fell asleep. “Uh, I guess not,” was my whispered reply. “Oh, yeah, sorry… it’s just been awhile since I had the comfort of someone to cuddle. I nudged him, stirring him from his sleep. It was in the middle of the night, and I was surprised to wake and find that his arm was around my waist, just below my breasts. But it was on the third night that things started to happen. I hugged my respective side of the bed while he hugged his. The first couple of nights passed uneventfully. Why I didn’t think much of this, I don’t know. “The couch will wreak havoc on you if you sleep on it, but I have a queen-sized bed, so we’ll both fit.” “Sorry to say that the spare room is serving as a storage right now,” he said as soon as we got inside.
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