tobadzistsini<p>The author stirred. He stretched until he was surprised by warm flesh.<br>Paige rolled over and pecked his beard, "Morning, stud."<br>Visions from last night flashed in his mind. Sitting at a tiny table. Eschewing his notebook and pen, but typing into his phone all night. He could smell Paige's <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/fruity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>fruity</span></a> shampoo.<br>The muse stroked his hair, "It's not how you write" She held his gaze, "Just that you write."<br>He swung his legs over, "Round two?" he announced as he went to his desk.<br>"You beast."<br><a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>