[And she loves it. She can feel every curve of muscle against her body. It feels--safe. If Jill knew about weighted blankets, she would understand entirely.
She presses her face into the plush blankets beneath them and moans Clive's name. It feels like a release, being able to desire him openly. For months, she's been keeping that part of herself locked away so tightly that she doesn't think there's a way to bottle her back up.]
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She presses her face into the plush blankets beneath them and moans Clive's name. It feels like a release, being able to desire him openly. For months, she's been keeping that part of herself locked away so tightly that she doesn't think there's a way to bottle her back up.]