Some day I’ll have this. Some day soon. My man’s hand resting on my thigh, signalling familiarity, a comforting anchor. He’ll rest his hand there knowing that I’m his and he’s mine. I’ll take comfort in that I wholehear

Some day I’ll have this. Some day soon. My man’s hand resting on my thigh, signalling familiarity, a comforting anchor. He’ll rest his hand there knowing that I’m his and he’s mine. I’ll take comfort in that I wholehear

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