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There are a lot of things she likes about cuddling with her naked boyfriend. First of all, there’s the awesome sex that almost always precedes it. There’s the less obvious benefit that he’s basically a furnace 24/7, so if she falls asleep (which she usually does), she won’t wake up freezing in the middle of the night.
It still manages to surprise her, though, that one of her favorite parts of a naked Danny is how hairy he is. And it’s not like he’s hairy. He’s just the first guy (ahem - man) she’s ever dated who really has much in the way of body hair at all. She’s never thought that it was something she’d be into, but with Danny…
She thinks back to one of the first times she noticed it, a few years ago after Eyepatch had dumped him. He had probably still been drunk from the night before, passed out on the floor in his office with his shirt almost completely undone. She’d have probably made a crack about all that hair if Jeremy had come into the room any later.
But now she can’t think of a single good reason why she ever would have wanted to make fun of him for it. He’s a man (he’s her man), and she loves that he looks like a man. She loves it all. Chest hair. Leg hair. Hell, even his armpit hair. But especially the chest hair.
He’s asleep now, quietly snoring with an arm thrown over her waist. Mindy is on her side facing him, one of her legs between his and her head resting on his shoulder. She snuggles closer to him, burrowing her nose in the side of his neck while she lightly draws patterns on his chest with the tips of her fingers. She runs her fingers through the soft hair there and smiles.
Danny really is all man, through and through.
i don’t want help
yeah i don’t really want help either he’s so attractive
yeah his face is just really not fair at all
I think you’re being unfair. He’s not just a face, after all.