Bunk

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It was lonely.

Waiting for him to arrive.

I couldn't wear my normal clothing.

Just an orange jumpsuit.

I waited for him.

Slowly time ticked by.

Our beds were separate.

But we didn't care.

The cell door opens.

He's pushed in.

He's cuffed and I bite down on my lip.

He looks so hot with his hands tied.

He's released from the cuffs.

He walks over to his bed.

The cell door shuts.

We stare at each other.

I smile.

He smiles.

We smile.

"Do you want to bunk with me?" He asks.

I nod my head and start heading over.

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