“You goose,” I echo, amused as always by the term. It’s a wonderful thing, being loved by Oliver. The melancholy from earlier is gone for the moment, swept away by him like cobwebs from a porch.
It’s only when he tells me to sleep that I realize how tired I am, and I yawn as I shift a little to settle more at his side, an arm and leg thrown over him as I nuzzle into his neck. My hand rests over his Star and I fall asleep with the steady thrum of his heart against my fingertips.
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Date: 2023-10-05 05:30 am (UTC)It’s only when he tells me to sleep that I realize how tired I am, and I yawn as I shift a little to settle more at his side, an arm and leg thrown over him as I nuzzle into his neck. My hand rests over his Star and I fall asleep with the steady thrum of his heart against my fingertips.