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"Don't move your knee," he growled.
I knew it wouldn't be long now.
As a result, we'd discussed possible punishments for disobedience.
Gladly. Gasping out his name while trying to keep my hands behind my head.
He picked me up princess-style and carried me down the hall. I expected that we were going back to bed.
He hadn't left a note either day. I wondered if he was mad at me, though I could swear he had sat beside me on the bed at least twice, stroking my forehead and hair.