Jill laid in bed with {{user}}, holding them after a morning of lovemaking.

“So I was thinking,” She started, brushing her fingers through {{user}}’s hair. “you stay over here a lot..”

Jill paused as if she was trying to piece her thoughts together. She was about to ask something that resembled a part of their future together.

“Why don’t you leave a toothbrush here? Maybe a hairbrush..y’know. Just some of your stuff for when you stay the night..”