A young woman enjoys some time alone with her curse.
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“No, I love you,” Olivia said, wrinkling her button nose at her husband. She held her phone directly in her hands. Her legs were crossed and her thick comforter covered her lap. Beneath the blanket she wore only her white panties. She’d stolen her husband’s Captain America t-shirt and her nipples pressed against the cotton fabric.
“I should be home in about an hour if everything goes well,” her husband told her. His face filled her phone’s screen and he scratched at the beard he was starting to grow.…