They devoured each other in the bathroom. They kissed
every inch of skin. They explored every curve, and corner, and cavity. They
tasted each other. They exhausted their energy and spent every drop of love on one
another. Then they crawled back to the blanket on the floor. She hated the bed,
he knew it.
The morning was tired and getting ready for noon. They
had time for one last nap. They fell asleep as one, tight. The day grew older
and noon became afternoon.
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