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“I want the blanket.”

“So you’re just cold.” He was indignant.

“Yep.”

“You didn’t want me at all?”

I grunted.

“Maybe a little?”

“Maybe a little,” I agreed as he lifted up, only to align our bodies before he lay on top of me.

“So you’re going to keep me?” he asked as I put my hands on his face, easing him up higher so I could kiss his throat, which I loved to do. It made him shiver every time.

“I’m the orphan,” I told him between kissing and sucking, my teeth dragging over his skin jarring him, his hands clutching at my shoulders as the sensations rolled through him. “You gotta keep me.”

“It’s all I ever wanted, Web, you know that.”

I did. “Well, you ain’t gonna run me off. I reckon I’m here for good.”

“I’m counting on that,” he said as he bent to kiss me.

I knew he was. So was I.