Ahaha, I do that with my bedtime socks too.
Liam turned his head so that he could look at Reagan and kiss the top of his head. "You painting on me," he laughed. That was mostly true. In the back of his mind, Reagan's suggestion had sparked another scenario, a far less wholesome one that that of marriage. He could imagine Reagan's brushes on his skin, paint slicking against it.
He didn't want to move straight from the topic of living together to being married.
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