[ Okay, the petting is nice. Sends tingles down his spine that relax him even further into the couch, as lumpy as it is. He breathes out, almost a sigh, skimming a hand over Tess’s ribcage lightly. ]
Yeah, the worst kind. The kind I won’t notice ‘till I try to get up in a couple of hours.
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Yeah, the worst kind. The kind I won’t notice ‘till I try to get up in a couple of hours.