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“Well, I only ever want one thing,” I confess, cli into bed beside him

I stretch out on my side and brush a soft kiss over his cheek “I want toto tuck my se in close, he shifts onto his side to facehim so close to my chest that I can’t see his face I inhale near his hair

“You always sood”

He snorts softly

“You feel sleepy?”

“I don’t want to,” he says

“I’onna drift off, bored as fuck and thinking about so weird like your favorite month of the year”

“What?” he murmurs I can hear a smile in his voice

I stroke ame “Justin Bieber or Ed Sheeran?”

“Bieber” There’s a tiny silence Then he whispers, “Maybe” His head is bowed so I can feel his breath on uess is his intent

“I’ll accept this verdict” I rubof a new question “Beauty or power?”

After a second, he says, “Power No contest”

“That’s because you’re beautiful,” I whisper, so with beauty”

He kisses my chest “You’re perfection, Millsy” His lips find my chin “That little cleft” His voice sounds hoarse

“I don’t have a cleft in my chin”

“Yeah you do” He leans his forehead against ht under my throat “And you’re thicc Love your body,” he murmurs “Succulent”

That rin And leads me to another question “Aloe vera or cactus?”

“Cactus”

“Aloe has a purpose, though,” I point out

“So does cactus” He yawns “They do flowers”

“Do they really?”

“Yeah,” he says His voice sounds exhausted “Think they’re yellow”

“How did I not know that?”

“Look ’em up I like them”

“Of course you do My cactus flower” My cheeks redden at that dumb endearment, but he scoots closer to me after I say it

“Motorcycle or unicycle?” he asks in a soft rasp

“I’ with uni,” I say “It seems safer”

I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Doubt it”

“Broken bone or surgery?” I ask hi of motorcycles

“Neither” There’s a flatness to his voice, reo What a stupid question It occurs toall distant—happened at the hospital the other day

I want to ask who hurt him Why, and how? And where can I find the motherfucker? But I don’t let myself Not now