He’s just dozing when he sees them, the beginnings of pinkish purple lights streaking across deep blue blanketed sky like bruises on skin. Dawn. The word makes his stomach clench and roil, and he instinctively pulls the warm body inayofuata to him closer between the sheets. A hint of a smile tugs at the edges of his lips when he hears her responding muffled groan against his chest.
Images from the awali night flash through his mind like the film of an old movie; her lips on his skin, his fingers in her hair, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as he had always known they would. The sudden...
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