The Clone In My Bed
Language: en
My husband saved himself for his first love, refusing to lay a finger on me. Every night, without fail, he slipped a silk sleep mask over my eyes. He would whisper that he was going to take a shower and get ready. But when he returned to the bed, he was a completely different man. A midnight stand-in, hired specifically to keep me occupied. I played along, pretending to be blind to the switch. But tonight, I reached out and stopped his hand just as he was about to roll on a condom. "We don’t need that," I murmured. I pressed myself against him, capturing his lips in a deep, slow kiss. "Why…