Drifting awake, I open my eyes and see Andie sitting close by on a chair, naked. She is drawing, charcoal I think. She smiles, radiantly, and I melt. "Morning, lover. I couldn't resist drawing you," she says in a sultry way. Lover, the word runs around and around my mind. And it fits, like a glove actually. "Morning, you. Am I now your model as well as your lover?" Andie giggles. God, she
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