I fight the urge to turn around and crawl out of bed. My body feels like it had sex half the night. My muscles ache, and my pussy feels a little sore. I hobble into the bathroom and into the shower. My muscles relax under the hot stream. I soap myself and wash my tangled hair and enjoy the quiet. When I get to the kitchen dressed and ready, there’s a latte and Nutella roll waiting for me. Next to it is a sprig of pink peach blossoms that smell beautiful. I hear footsteps behind me, and Will’s arms encircle me. He kisses me softly on the cheek. “Morning, beautiful.” He pours himself a coffee and sits next to me. I smile at him and bite into my roll hungrily. “We have to leave at seven this evening. Will you manage?” he asks me and I nod. “I plan on finishing earlier this afternoon. I still have to get a dress.” “Do you want me to come with you?”
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