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Adonis would not stop changing me in and out of different outfits that I was starting to get concerned that he thought I was a mannequin. I had no idea what was so hard about dressing me up just so we could have breakfast. I could have just dressed myself but he insisted on doing it today.
So there I was sitting in my yellow underwear on the bed watching him scrimmage through the closet. I was half naked and cold. My nipples were all out on display and I felt like a toddler.
"Just take a tracksuit please," I whined as he held up a button up shirt.
"I want you to be warm yet cool," he sassed me which shocked me. Adonis was not the type to give off sass.
"Adonis we are in the Mediterranean. It's not going to be cold any time soon," I sighed, "just give me one of your hoodies."
