| You know the contours of his body better than you know your own. You don’t need to touch him, so you don’t, but your hand hovers above his smooth flank, the curve of his hip. You feel the heat rising from him, bed warmth, body warmth, lingering warmth of sweat and sex. He is a wonder, this boy, this man, and you slide down and carefully shape your body to his. He murmurs in his sleep and slides his leg between yours and you have long ago stopped questioning why you fit together so well. You just do. Always will. |
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