By Aouda Fogg


Rating: G

Based on Lateshow.


Despite muttered protests that he's awake, he's been mostly asleep for over an hour. But I don't mind. Having him sleep, head cradled in my lap. . . I wish there were words. Words to explain how it feels like I'm sheltering him at the same time he's warming me, melting something inside me with his trust.

I want to stay here all night, his warmth against me, my hand across his nape. And maybe then, as the dawn shines through the windows and lights his face, I'll finally find the words to tell him how much I love him.


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