I felt the bed shift and causing me to roll on my back. Groaning, peeking through my eye lids, Wyatt was trying to be quiet as he answered a phone call. He was walking quickly to the bathroom and shut the door. He must have been trying to be quiet but I still woke up. I slept the best I have ever slept I think! However, just that rolling had every inch of me aching. Damn, this soreness is no joke. I tried several times to use my arms to pull me up against the headboard but failed. Okay, I can do this! Two more tries later, I finally got it. I pulled a little on my stitches and that is what Wyatt saw when he finally came back out, me looking down my shirt. “Your tits haven’t changed any, still there!” he joked as he started the coffee pot. “Funny, I was making sure I didn’t rip a stitch out as I sat up. They look like they are dissolving anyway.” “Here, let me look” Wyatt said as he came over to me. I pulled my shirt up and grabbed my boob, lifting it
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