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The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman. But there was no sign of Chris.
Scooting back so that his cock rested between my legs now, the coolness of the piercings reminding me of one of my questions.
" His words.
Yes, I had a confirmed good-ole case of the winter cold that just would not go away.
Chris had come home from work to find me in bed. I hadn't had the heart to tell him yet.