“Long story…. Another time.” I curl myself into his throat and sink into his body around me once more, completely attached to me and unwilling to let me loose. He keeps squeezing me and kissing any part of my face or head he gets near. Repeatedly checking that I’m okay by smoothing his hands and eyes over me, assessing, checking obsessively. It feels good. Safe. Needed. Like I’m in the one place I belong, and I finally believe that he will never survive without me.

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