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Tingles Twenty
TINGLES TWENTY By Katharine Sexkitten I woke, in the same place I'd fallen asleep. I was wrapped in Peter's arms, my face on his upper chest, buried in his neck. His breathing was soft and gentle, his chest rising and falling in the most peaceful manner, and I could feel and hear his heartbeat. There was enough light streaming through the slats of all the window blinds to let me know it was morning. The sun was up. I could hear occasional birds chirping and squawking at each...