Mabel
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The next morning came and the sun was already sitting in the sky. It spilled its rays through the windows, scattering over the clothes on my bed.
Sammy pulled up behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Thank you for agreeing to this.” He pecked my cheek.
Rubbing his hand, a soft smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Although I was excited about the trip, my stomach was still tight like I was constipated.
I didn’t know if I would like it. Sammy had told me I would enjoy it, but a part of me felt like I might be too embarrassed to enjoy it.
Sammy’s eyes hovered across the clothes on the bed. “Are you taking all these?” he asked.
I nodded. “You know I like to be well prepared.”
His hands lingered around my waist. “You know we are going to be naked most of the time.”
