He was naughty and adoring. Kind, thoughtful. He remembered things. Looked out for me. Lifted me up. He never called me pretty, but gorgeous or beautiful. He loved seeing my smile more than my body, but he never held back when he needed me physically. I didn't have to explain myself or tell him what I needed because he already knew which is honestly so fucking refreshing. A gentleman that knew when not to be a gentleman.
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