My arranged Husband
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Last published Wed, Feb 25, 2026
As he stood behind me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
I let out a gasp when I felt him inhale close to my ear, almost touching my ears.
"Well, what should I choose?" he asked
I barely registered what he said, as I am still trying to analyze our position right now near his closet. I just don't understand why he needs my help in trying to choose his nightwear.
As I am still thinking, I felt him move even closer to me, literally hugging me from behind.
"i- i - think... thi-i-s is good.." i told him
as I stuttered and pointed towards a black t-shirt and shorts that are in front of me.
I gulped when I felt him move his one hand towards his closet to take out his clothes, slightly touching my wrist with his other hand, and his hair tickled the side of my face as he moved his face a little to the front.
After taking his clothes, he smirked a little as he turned towards me and said
"Good choice, wifey" he winked at me as he moved towards the bathroom.
God, what just happened...
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