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Big, strong hands massaging my muscles.
A thick carpet of curly hair that tickles my nose when I lay my head on his chest.
He warms my car up in the morning, if he leaves for work before I do.
He can open jars that I can't. Okay, so maybe I really don't like that one. Makes me feel inferior.
Whispers tickling my ear as he tells me what he's about to do.
That final masculine growl before we sleep.
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"Ok, no more truth-or-dare until somebody returns my underwear" ~ George Lopez
I bake cookies just so I can lick the bowl. ~ ItWasMe
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