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Added 2024-10-07 02:48:56 +0000 UTC

Her flannel shirt smells like her. It’s like every lesbian trope, woodsy and soft against my skin.

I woke up this morning and she’d already been awake, and walked the dog, and washed the car, and made sure to clean the inside of my windows where the dog presses her nose against the glass.

She brought me a warm cup of tea when I stirred, she’d wanted me to get as much sleep as I could. “You did good!” she patted my head and pulled the curtain open to let some daylight in. She’s been worried about my stress levels, and the cold I can’t seem to shake. So strange to have someone dote on me after a lifetime of looking out for myself.

“Once you finish your tea I’m gonna eat your cookie, and then you can get in the shower,” she’s so matter of fact as she lays out a towel and looks up at me. I’m blushing, hiding my face in the big fluffy blankie, I’d only just opened my eyes, I felt so spoiled. So loved.

“Yes boss,” I finally squeak, and I take a big sip of tea, warmth washing over me. She starts to unbutton the flannel shirt I slept in, hers.

She’ll put it on later, before she leaves, and say “it smells like you, it’s like you’re close.”