( Lonely Hearts Club )
I woke up early in the morning to go to the bathroom. My silk nightgown was caught between my husband, Richie's, legs.
I tugged at it a little before it was freed. I walked into the bathroom and did my business. I was washing myself when I stopped to admire myself in the mirror.
Richie had left a nice share of love bites all over my body, claiming me. I laughed as I saw the word 'Richie's' written on my shoulder.
A strained scream and panting made me quickly dampen a towel and rush out of the bathroom. "Where were you?!" He sobbed as I cleaned his sweaty face.
"I was in the bathroom. I just left." He pulled me in for a tight hug, his hand resting on the back of my head, holding it above his shoulder.
"I- I was scared something bad happened to you!" He cried, burying his nose in my shoulder. "I'm okay dear, I swear I won't leave you."
Richie sniffled and loosened his grip on me. "Sorry..." I shook my head and pulled away. "It's okay my love... Look at me." Richie looked at me and I pressed kiss onto his lips.
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✦ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬
Random- Just a place for me to drop my unfinished works to keep my books clean so I don't get anxiety just by looking at it. The majority of these will not be finished, sorry ;((
