It’s a Thursday, and Ben watches Ellie through sleep-filled eyes as she dresses in the gloom of their bedroom. She rolls thick, woollen tights over her legs and pulls a long skirt up to her waist-line. She adds a bulky cardigan.
Oh, he says. Sexy.
Give over, she laughs. And go back to sleep.
Sexy teacher, he says, below the cover, his voice already thickening with sleep.
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