brad simpson

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brad came to lay next to me on my bed, under the covers, and rested his head on my chest, me just in a bralette and pyjama shorts, him just in boxers.

he gently put his hands under my back and u clipped my bra, as me moved to lay on me slightly more, me on my back and him on his front.

"brad." i mumbled as he took my bra off, feeling a little self conscious.

"mm, it's more comfy though." he said sleepily, closing his eyes and snuggling his face between my boobs as i smiled fondly at him.

"night." i giggled lightly.

"g'night." he mumbled against my skin, and i ran my fingers through his hair for a few minutes, the two of us both falling asleep soon after.

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