[ She laughs and sucks in that laugh as she peers down at him. It's so awkward on the couch. Why do they always pick such awkward spots to do this? She stares at him as she considers her next words—she wants to stay here in this little pocket of contentment, but she dislikes how her back slopes against the arm of the couch and how he takes up so much space while still looking so small. ]
I am tired. [ Her voice isn't as demanding as she'd like, especially with how her gaze softens and she stares at him. ] Will you take me to bed?
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I am tired. [ Her voice isn't as demanding as she'd like, especially with how her gaze softens and she stares at him. ] Will you take me to bed?