bouncing out

“Not tonight, big boy,” she said, shoving him over and bouncing out of bed. She leaned against the door frame. “If you’d stayed sober, we might have . . . ” Brian shifted to hold onto his pillow and moaned. “You’re right,” said Kathryn, smiling. “Not even then.”

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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