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He walks over to the closet and pulls out tels When he is ready to walk out, I stop him

“Thank you, Morrison”

“No need,” he says, looking back atthe wine “That’s really much better if you sip it Savor it, take—”

“I’ll try to remember that next time”

He nods, then walks out, only to return with the bottle “It’s here if you need it”

“Getting et you laid”

“Didn’t plan on getting laid, babe But not gonna lie—I did plan on trying to get you into bed”

I roll my eyes, and then a very soft smile forms on his lips

“You need sleep We need to figure out what’s next,” he says as he walks out

“I need to plan,” I say loud enough for him to hear me

“That’s what I just said” He shuts the door behind him

I soak in his ginor to wash my worries down his overpriced drain When I co off, I scoop up the shirt he laid out for

Morrison is tall His pajama shirt comes down to just above my knees

Exhaustion is taking over With the emotions of the day, the bath, and the wine, I am more than ready to sleep off the rest of this hellish day Needing to put this all behind uest roo the entire bed I’ve just made my way back to Morrison’s roo hits, and, exhausted, suddenly I findin his bed And before I can drift off to drea in beside me

Looking at hi the top to his botto

“Babe, it’s not good for a h when he climbs in bed”

“Morrison, we’re wearing the pajama set”