BERNARD STARK 040

BERNARD STARK :

“What time is it?” she asked softly. She laid on top of us. Her head on George’s chest, her legs over my body. I ran my hand up and down her creamy legs slowly.

Glancing up at the clock beside me, I couldn’t help but grin.

“3:47 AM,” I replied.

“Not bad.” George snickered.

“If five ...

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