She grins. “You have excellent taste,” Midge tells him, giving him a languid kiss. Her fingers brush through his hair.
“When you can move again, let’s go to the bed to cuddle.” It will be more comfortable than the floor, which is starting to hurt her knees. “You should have seen your face when I put your shirt on.”
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“When you can move again, let’s go to the bed to cuddle.” It will be more comfortable than the floor, which is starting to hurt her knees. “You should have seen your face when I put your shirt on.”