“What’s wrong, princess?” Sadie questions, cowboy hat tilted over her face to create a dramatic shadowy effect, chewing mindlessly on a piece of wheat tucked between her teeth.

Her attention had been caught by your excessive squirming. You, trying to get comfortable, despite the hard metal star on her belt pressing into your butt bone. Leaving a shiny red mark behind in its shape.

Worn hands come to grip your hips, holding you still for just a second. Trying to get a look at what exactly the problem was.

Oh, she thinks. Spotting the beginnings of a bruise on your lower back, clicking her teeth dismissively at the mark. You’d heal up just fine. No need for worry, really.

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“Not comfy enough for ya’?” teases your girlfriend, jagged nails biting your supple flesh, lips brushing just under your ear.

“Or are you tryna’ do somethin’ else..?”