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I smiled back, feeling the contented calm of a night well spent. The world outside might have been chaotic, but inside this small room, in that moment, everything felt perfectly, exquisitely right.
You knelt, feeling the coolness of the couch against your knees. Erin’s hand slipped down to the hem of the couch, pulling you closer, her fingers lightly grazing the inner part of your thigh. The contact sparked a jolt of anticipation that surged through both of you.