[ The sheets are lifted for him like she's just … welcoming him back to bed. Like he was supposed to be in her room all along, not just looking for an excuse to visit. Once he's settled, Cellar's fingers are in his hair, slow and soft. All he has is a robe; all she has is a silk nightgown that barely reaches her thighs. ]
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Whose turn is it to be the big spoon?