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Britta sighs. She tightens her grip around Annie’s arms and inhales the scent of her wife’s neck, her senses overwhelmed by the apple scented perfume from Bath and Body Works. “Do you have to go?” Britta asks, groaning.
Annie removes Britta from her body, “Yes, honey, I have to go.”
Reluctantly, Annie sits up and slips on the pink robe Britta purchased for her as a honeymoon gift. She crosses her arms at the loss of Annie’s touch. “Please stay—” Britta begs; however, she’s cut off by Annie connecting their lips in a quick kiss before running into their shower.