Am I not beautiful? And if I am not, then my existence is more of a lie than I thought it to be. Maybe I should take Nathaniel's lead and exercise more, rather than spending the day seeking comfort cuddles from my men.
I used to enjoy curling up in Xander's lap and being held by him. Now we cuddle in Luci's bed. He feeds daily now, like clockwork, and spends his time reading. I don't imagine he would want to be disturbed. At least he is here.
I am content to snuggle up with Sigefrid while he sleeps off his drugs and drink. I've never known anyone so manly. He's a true warrior, a revelation, and my affection for him grows each day.
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