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Charlie snuggles up close to Thandi, nuzzling her as he finds his spot, face buried into her neck. She strokes his hair idly as he settles, relaxing into her touch and enjoying her warmth, her softness, that slightly tangy, slightly sweet smell that always seems to come from her.
Charlie is exhausted. He just wants her, regardless of who is around, and usually he wouldn’t be caught dead cuddling up to his darling wife out in the mall. But here they are, standing outside the bookstore, Charlie pressing his face into her as she comforts him.
Thandi kisses his forehead and murmurs to him, so he takes one deep breath and straightens himself out. They leave hand in hand, Thandi smiling for him.