"I do want to get rid of some things, if only to cast them off" - it was rather metaphorical - "but I think that's a perfectly acceptable compromise." He hadn't stopped stroking her hair, liking the way it felt. "My things are sufficiently old to suit the place? And I know you're fond of my bed." She'd said so more than once, and it was somehow charming. "Just think, you'll actually have days where you can luxuriate in the blankets all day, and never have to leave them." He kissed her lightly, because he could.
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