⟪ nothing else as easy in this world as being in his arms is, one hand resting on his thigh, the other tracing patterns against his neck. her heart's racing, though. not in a bad way, she's pretty sure it's just doing overtime to contain all that happiness.
his scent has become familiar by now, she and it always comes with an odd sensation of home, even though she'd only stayed at his place for a couple of weeks.
eventually, might be a small eternity, she shifts, so their foreheads are pressed against each other. ⟫
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his scent has become familiar by now, she and it always comes with an odd sensation of home, even though she'd only stayed at his place for a couple of weeks.
eventually, might be a small eternity, she shifts, so their foreheads are pressed against each other. ⟫