You are thrown more up than out and, screaming, you soar up into the air, past Paul's handsome face, and as he turns his head just slightly, he creates an air current that whips you forward as you drop...conveniently, right where he's holding the shorts. You manage to grab a hold of the fabric as Paul holds them out. You find yourself on the outside waistband of your husband's shorts, staring up at the delightfully handsome face of the 6'3'' former man of steel. Your mouth dropped open; you'd never seen him like this before, never appreciated him at this level of detail. God, you were a lucky man.
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