"Fuck it," I whisper, and Brendon quirks an eyebrow at me. I reach over him, snatching the corner of the duvet on the floor. I pull it over us and pull him to me, thinking for a second that maybe he will push me off. He doesn't.
He smells like me.
My heart swells up.
He doesn't speak, but neither do I. But our hands keep moving tracing patterns until I've fallen asleep, curled up in him.
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