It’s on a Sunday. We meet for breakfast and eat the kind of greasy meal that makes you want to go back to bed. So we do. And we waste the rest of the morning napping in the sun with the AC on.
That’s the fan fiction that has developed in my head during my introduction to the concept of platonic cuddling, which happened over the last week. Im admittedly a novice. ?
What’s your cuddle fantasy?