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A Wee B/J Drabble Fingers skimming the small of my back wake me, but just barely. He’s hardly
awake either, but his hands sought me, like mine do him sometimes, in the dark,
in the night. He can’t see my smile, the one I’ll wear back into my dreams,
but he knows it’s there, anyway. He slides closer, my warmth like a magnet
that draws him to me. His ankles tangle with mine, his mouth pushes under the
hair at the back of my neck with a soft kiss, and his sleepy voice reminds me,
“Love you, Justin.” |