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You wake up, your body warm, covered with a thick, velvet colored blanket. Your eyes blink, heavily with sleep, gazing across the living room. You realize you’ve fallen asleep, brown leather of a large sofa against your back, the heat of the fireplace warm on your skin.
The room is large, spacious, but the hardwood and dim lighting make it more comforting than lonely. Candles are set thoughout the room, lit and flickering with fire on their wicks. The chandelier hung above you is lightless, but you can still see it above you, expensive and elegant.
You almost feel like drifting back to sleep, the atmosphere of your own home, and the light snow falling from outside calming you, but before you can peacefully drift back to your rest, your body freezes with alert, the sound of a familiar, husky voice making your body freeze.
“You want some milk with those cookies?”
You look up to see MePhone, his gorguesgous arms shimmering in the candlelit. His shirt is ripped open, revealing his nippples. You feel a trail of drool roll down your chin as he picks up a tray of cookies he had set down on the dark brown, wood table behind him.
Your eyes glisten with lust as he hands the tray of cookies to you. Cookie chip, your favorite. Your heart warms at Mephone’s kindness, watching him stand above you as you sit on the couch, looking down at you with a smirk.
You feel a flush darken your cheeks as you try not to look at his extremely handsome muscles and chest. You bite into the cookie, warm and sweet in your mouth as you chew it slowly, savoring the taste. MePhone is still watching, his beautiful eyes landing on your soft lips.
You think maybe, just maybe, you will have some milk with these cookies.