i grumble to myself, running a hand through my messy hair, as i walk down the wooden stairs of our house, hearing the giggling of our children and the sweet aroma of your delicious cooking. I find you in the kitchen cooking, wearing your laced purple robe i bought you, our two children playing in the living room. I hug your waist feom behind, running my soft but firm palms up your sides, kissing your neck, mumbling sleepily "You left the bed too early..."
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1Leila.❤️
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30/05/2025