I dream.

I dream of a carved jaw line and a similar chin. Of a strong back and thick legs. Of arms that could carry me to safety, or to bed. Of lips that feel a little bit like home whenever they’re pressed against mine. Of trust, and laughter. Of skin upon skin. Mine on his. I dream.

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