One morning while cuddling with Damien, a dark thought popped into my head. Does Damien mind me being taller? I looked over to make sure he was not awake, for he could read my thoughts. Good, he was still asleep.
He's never mentioned anything about me being the taller one in our relationship. I guess it's also fair that I've never asked. Would he, though? He doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy to care about physical appearances.
My main hope is that he doesn't feel less masculine because I'm taller. Am I a bad girlfriend for being tall?
My self-doubts were soon shushed by hands wrapping themselves around me in a tight hug. The I hear a voice whisper in my ear "It doesn't bother me you're taller. You amazing just the way you are." Somehow Damien always knew what to say.
"It does help I can read minds," Damien said with a chuckle. All while still speaking into my ear.
"It doesn't bother you that you fit me like a backpack when we spoon?" I asked with obvious concern in my voice.
"Of course not, I honestly think it's adorable," Damien said, kissing my ear. "Now can we get back to cuddling?"
"As long as we put on a Disney movie," I said. Disney was our favorite.
"Deal," Damien said grabbing the remote. And for the rest of the day, we stayed in bed with nothing else to do except cuddling and binging on Disney movies.
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The Incubi and Tall Girls
FanfictionHow would the incubi brothers react to you being the same height or even taller than him? Would it be positive? Or would it be a negative reaction from the shorties? Find out now!
