[he says with a smile. lips pressing against the crown of her head. robbie quiets as her hands find their way against his skin, tracing familiar paths across his ribs, sternum, and beyond. eventually she breaks the silence with a quiet (too quiet he thinks) question.]
Not a whole lot of insulation there. It's okay. I had blankets and a heater.
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[he says with a smile. lips pressing against the crown of her head. robbie quiets as her hands find their way against his skin, tracing familiar paths across his ribs, sternum, and beyond. eventually she breaks the silence with a quiet (too quiet he thinks) question.]
Not a whole lot of insulation there. It's okay. I had blankets and a heater.