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joshua’s fingertip felt cold and soft against your skin which was warm underneath his faint, subtle tracing. he was laid beside you on the mattress, cheek resting comfortably on your collarbone, “tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, angel.” his voice came out in a whisper, almost a bit hushed — you probably wouldn’t be able to hear him if the room you two were in wasn’t so quiet.
