0.004166666667 In our bed, built for two. He's curled around my figure, clasping for more. Wide awake I pay attention to the situation. The person that holds on tight loves me unconditionally. I stroke his bare back and run my fingers through his soft, healthy hair. His beautiful scent is covering me, everywhere. I have wrapped us both in the sheets, much like our own haven, starting to perspire I must be overbearing. Jumping and twitching his sleeps start to cave in. I am left on my own while he sleeps deep within.
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