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The rhythmic bass of ENHYPEN's track vibrated softly through my apartment, the sound familiar enough to feel like home and yet painfully insufficient in filling the emptiness lingering in my chest.

I rolled over dramatically on the couch, burying my face into one of the cushions as if I could physically smother the longing clawing at me.

God.

I miss Heeseung so much.

I wish he would come back soon.

The apartment looked warm and cozy around me despite the loneliness. Golden fairy lights wrapped around the christmas tree in the corner of the living room while snow slowly drifted outside the balcony windows. Half-open ornament boxes littered the floor beside me along with ribbons, wrapping paper and the ridiculous reindeer headband Sunoo had forced me to buy “for festive spirit.”

The soft smell of cinnamon candles filled the apartment. It should have felt comforting. Instead, it only made me miss him more.

My pen scratched across the pages of my journal absentmindedly while ENHYPEN’s playlist continued in the background. Writing had become my only proper outlet lately. Our daily calls were nothing more than fragmented moments squeezed between schedules and rehearsals.

Stolen conversations. Half-finished thoughts. Me listening carefully for exhaustion hidden beneath his laughter while pretending not to notice it for his sake.

Is he eating properly?

Sleeping properly?

Actually resting?

Or is he surviving on iced americanos and pure willpower again?

I sighed heavily before staring toward the christmas tree. Heeseung would definitely complain about how crooked it looked. And then secretly fix it himself while mumbling. The thought made me smile faintly. My eyes drifted toward the television playing muted clips from ENHYPEN’s recent Fate+ tour performances. As expected, there he was in every clip absolutely glowing under stage lights like he had been born for it.

Because honestly? He had. That stage belonged to him. I still remembered watching their Coachella performance live after rushing home late from work, still in my office clothes while trying not to scream at three in the morning because of how insane they all looked on stage. Especially him. My red-haired guy. God. The way locals online had been losing their minds over him afterwards. Honestly? Valid. I understood them completely.

The whole group did unbelievably well and I couldn’t even explain the amount of pride swelling inside me every single time I watched them perform. Especially when I knew how much they sacrificed behind the scenes. How hard they pushed themselves. How much pain they endured quietly. And Heeseung… He was the worst when it came to that. So selfless it genuinely worried me sometimes. Even while exhausted, he always found time for me somehow. Late night calls. Tiny voice notes. Random selfies at ungodly hours.

Sometimes I knew he sacrificed sleep just to talk to me for ten minutes before passing out again. And he never once complained about it. What did I even do to deserve someone like him? A sharp cramp suddenly twisted low in my stomach, pulling me from my thoughts. “Ah… shit.”

I grimaced immediately, curling slightly on the couch while clutching my abdomen. Monthly pain. Exactly what I needed on top of emotional yearning. I groaned into the cushion dramatically. Meanwhile my boyfriend was probably performing somewhere halfway across the world while I was fighting for survival on my couch. Life was unfair. Still, despite everything, my lips softened into another smile when my thoughts drifted back toward him. He had been talking nonstop lately about his solo album. About melodies. Lyrics. Producing. His eyes would light up during calls whenever he accidentally started rambling about music without realizing it.

And don’t even get me started on the ringtone project he mentioned wanting to make for ENGENEs. Because apparently this man physically could not stop loving people. It was ridiculous. I remembered hearing the draft version of “Highway 1009” during his En-Note and genuinely sitting there stunned in silence afterwards. That song carried so much of him inside it. So much rawness. So much sincerity. Like he was peeling himself open and presenting his heart to the world without filters. He was precious. Dangerously precious.

As if summoned by my thoughts alone, my phone suddenly buzzed loudly on the coffee table. My heart immediately jumped. Heeseung? I reached over quickly only for my expression to flatten immediately.

Boemtori 🐻 : Hey brat !

I stared at the notification. Then deliberately ignored it. No. Today was my day off and I refused to let my annoying older brother ruin my peace. I tossed the phone back onto the table before continuing to decorate the christmas tree instead. Soon enough I found myself swaying along to the music playing through the speakers, humming softly while hanging ornaments carefully onto branches.

The oversized grey hoodie hanging off my body smelled faintly like him. Because obviously it did (cuz it's his that I had stolen from him). The thing had practically become mine at this point. My body moved lazily to the rhythm while snow continued falling peacefully outside. And because I was so lost in thought— I completely missed the first few rings of my doorbell. It wasn’t until the ringing became persistent and borderline frantic that I paused mid-decoration. I frowned slightly. Who the hell— Probably Beomgyu. That man treated my apartment like his secondary residence.

I shuffled toward the door in my pajama shorts and fluffy socks, mildly annoyed while lowering the music volume slightly. “Coming!”

I pulled it open, ready to scold my brother, but the words died in my throat. My tracks of thought stopped right there, deadass. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped in real time. Before me stood... Lee Heeseung!?

He was disheveled, like he had run a marathon to get here. His beanie was almost coming off his head, his now cherry red hair peeking out from beneath it. His mask was shrinking and puffing with his heavy breaths as he panted, his hands resting on his knees, half-crouched. But his eyes... his bambi eyes were up at me, sparkling with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs.

What was he doing here? Wasn't he in another country just until yesterday? Did my manifestation actually come true?

I snapped out of my trance when he cleared his throat and stood up properly. The reality of the situation crashed down on me-he was out there, in the open, where anyone could recognize him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind us with a decisive click.

The moment he was past the threshold, I launched myself at him. His duffle bag dropped beside his leg as I engulfed him in a bear hug, burying my face in his neck. God, I missed him so much. It had been months.

I heard his soft chuckle as one hand came up to support me, sliding under my bottom to hold me effortlessly. I nuzzled deeper into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent-clean laundry, something faintly citrusy, and underneath it all, just him. My arms tightened around him. I knew I would be embarrassed as hell after this was over, but that could wait. I felt him remove his mask, and then came his soft voice, warm against my ear.

"Seems like my girlfriend missed me more~" I felt him turn his face and plant a sweet kiss on my cheek. Blood rushed to my face, heating my skin.

"Y-yeah... I did," my voice was muffled and thick with shyness.

He giggled, rubbing our cheeks together. "Well, I missed you too. So much that I came straight from the airport."

That made me pull back from his neck to look at him, perplexed. "You what?"

He chuckled at my dumbfounded expression before giving me a quick, firm kiss and walking us further into the living space. That was when I realized what I had just done-I had practically launched myself at him, and he was currently holding me like I weighed nothing. My heart was beating so loud, I was afraid he would hear it. I wanted to die from embarrassment.

"Put me down! Put me down!" I questioned him frantically, trying to wiggle free. But as I moved, a sharp pain shot through me straight from my core. Aah, cramp. I went limp against him, resting my head on his chest and listening to his equally fast heartbeat.

I thought it was only me, but guess not. He was just better at controlling his expressions.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened? Flailing like a dying fish?" he teased, though there was concern in his voice.

He carried me to the couch, settling himself among the cushions with me still on his lap. He adjusted me gently, his hands caressing my lower back in soothing circles. I sighed in relief and relaxed against him, the pain slowly subsiding under his touch.

I pulled back and looked into his eyes properly for the first time that day. I inhaled before asking the question that had just appeared in my mind. "Nothing, just period cramps. You tell me," I poked his bread cheeks.

"How do you know my address? I don't remember mentioning it to you. It's the first time you're here. And why would you come straight here? What about your manager?"

"Baby, are you forgetting that I'm best friends with your brother?" The realization hit me like a truck as my mouth formed an 'O' before I hummed. Beomgyu probably told him. Wait... Did Heeseung tell Beomgyu that we're together now? It must be, because why would Beomgyu give him the address for no reason. That also implies that Boemgyu approve of our relationship, not that we need his approval or anything but you know the big brother gist.

As if reading my thoughts, Heeseung nodded with a shit-eating grin, his cheeks crinkling in that way that made me want to nibble on them. Wtf, Choi Seeun, get a grip.

"And to answer your second question," he continued, his voice softening, "I told you, I missed you. And my manager is cool with it as long as I'm discreet. We finally got a little break after Coachella and the tour finally ended." He paused, his gaze dropping for a second.

"Though I almost thought I was dying. It was really painful to even move a limb. I had to get IV drops along with some other members."

I looked at him with what must have been a mixture of horror and overwhelming pride. The thought of him in pain, of him pushing himself to the point of needing IVs, made my chest ache. But the fact that he had endured it, that he had still gone out there and given his all for the fans... it filled me with a fierce, protective love. I softly hugged him again, this time with more reverence than desperation. I cradled his face in my hands, my thumbs stroking his cheekbones. "I'm so proud of you, Heeseung. You withstood the pain and put out an outstanding performance each time. Even though I wasn't able to see you in real life, I watched through clips, and I'm... I'm so, so proud of you." I took a shaky breath, my voice thick with emotion. "And I want to tell you that I love you."

I smiled genuinely, and he mirrored my expression with such softness, it almost broke my heart. He looked like he needed to hear it, like he was grateful for me stating what should be the bare minimum. I leaned closer, planting a sweet kiss on his forehead, then his left cheek, then the tip of his nose, then his right cheek. Before I could stop myself, I trailed kisses down his jaw, further down to his Adam's apple-my favorite feature of his after his bambi eyes-and then came back up to finally kiss his lips. He was reeling in the feeling of my touch all this while before eagerly meeting my lips halfway through. Our lips pressed together in a sweet, deep kiss, the longing and yearning of months apart present in every press and slide. I felt his hand going inside my pajama top, his warm palm rubbing circles on the skin of my lower back as he pressed us closer. My pajama shorts slightly rode up as I straddled him properly, the thin fabric doing little to separate us.

"God... How much I missed this feeling and you," he murmured against my lips. "Gosh... you. I missed you so much, Seeun." He locked our lips again, this time more needy, more demanding. My hands went up into his hair, knocking his beanie off from his head in the process. My fingers tangled in his soft locks as the sound of our kisses echoed in the living space along with the faint music still coming from the speaker. He pulled back slightly, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with desire. "I've been dreaming about this," he admitted, his voice husky. "About you. About being here with you like this."

My heart hammered against my ribs. "Me too," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Every night." He leaned in, capturing my lips again in a kiss that was slower, deeper, more exploratory. His tongue swept against mine, tasting, claiming, marking me as his in a way that felt both possessive and tender. His hands roamed my body, tracing the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, memorizing every inch of me as if he were afraid I might disappear. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily, our foreheads resting against each other. The air around us crackled with unspoken words and unresolved passion.

"We should probably slow down," I said, though my body was screaming for more. "I know," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine with each word. "But I've been waiting for this for months. For a moment where it's just us, no schedules, no managers, no cameras."

I sighed, my resolve crumbling completely. "Just a little longer," I conceded, pulling him back down for another kiss. This one was different-less frantic, more deliberate, a savoring of the moment rather than a desperate grab for it. His hands framed my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he poured all his feelings into the kiss-all his fears about the tour, all his joy at being back with me, all his hope for our future despite the obstacles. When we finally pulled apart, the reality of our situation came crashing back. He was exhausted, I was in pain, and we had so much to catch up on. "I should let you rest," I said reluctantly, my fingers gently tracing his jawline. "I am resting," he countered, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "This is the most rested I've felt in months."

My heart swelled at his words, at the sincerity in his eyes. "Hee," I started, but he cut me off with another soft kiss. "Later," he said, pulling me into a hug. "Let's just be like this for a while. No talking, just... this." I nodded, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. For a while, we just sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the faint music from the speaker providing a soundtrack to our reunion. It was comfortable, familiar, like coming home after a long journey.

"Hey," he said after a while, his voice breaking the silence. "I have something for you." I pulled back, curious. "Yeah?" He reached for his duffle bag, rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a small, wrapped package. "I saw this and thought of you." I took it, my fingers carefully unwrapping the paper to reveal a delicate silver necklace with a small charm-a tiny, intricately designed music note. "It's beautiful," I breathed, my eyes welling up with tears. "It's to remind you of me," he said softly. "Of my music, of... us."

I looked up at him, my vision slightly blurred by tears. "I don't need a reminder, Hee. I could never forget you." He smiled, a gentle, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Humor me." I nodded, turning around so he could help me put it on. His fingers brushed against my neck as he fastened the clasp, sending shivers down my spine. I touched the charm, feeling its cool metal against my skin. "Thank you," I said, turning back to face him. "I love it."

"I love you," he replied, his eyes full of emotion. And as I leaned in to kiss him again, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story-a story that would be complicated, challenging, and at times, painful. But as long as we had each other, I knew we could face anything that came our way. And as I leaned in to kiss him again, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story-a story that would be complicated, challenging, and at times, painful. But as long as we had each other, I knew we could face anything that came our way.

For a few moments more, we stayed tangled together on the couch, kissing lazily between soft giggles and breathless murmurs. The kind of kisses that didn’t rush anywhere. Slow. Warm. Comforting. Like both of us were trying to make up for the lost months in the gentlest way possible. His hands never left me. Not even for a second. One stayed settled on my waist beneath the hoodie while the other absentmindedly played with the hem of my shorts, fingertips tracing soothing patterns into my skin. Meanwhile, I stayed comfortably sprawled on his lap, my fingers continuously brushing through his cherry red hair, still slightly messy from the flight and my constant touching. God. I missed him so much.

Heeseung suddenly pulled back from another kiss, blinking slowly around the apartment as if seeing it properly for the first time since arriving. Then his brows furrowed. “…Wait.” I tilted my head innocently. “Hm?” His eyes slowly wandered toward the glowing christmas tree in the corner of the living room. Then the fairy lights hanging along the walls. The stockings above the television. The cinnamon candles. The scattered ornaments. The wrapped gifts near the tree. And finally— his gaze landed back on me. Wearing his oversized hoodie. Matching christmas pajama shorts. Hair messy from decorating. Cheeks flushed from kissing him. He stared. Actually stared.

“…Baby,” he said slowly, voice full of disbelief. “Did you decorate all this by yourself?” I blinked. “…Maybe? Did you only notice your surroundings just now ? Got that distracted by me, huh~” I teased. His mouth physically fell open a little before he looked around again like he had just entered another dimension. “When were you even planning to tell me about this?” “I wasn’t?” I laughed sheepishly. “I wanted it to be a surprise when you came back from tour.” His expression softened so much it nearly hurt to look at.

He looked around the apartment once again, taking everything in carefully this time. The warm lights reflecting in his eyes. The tiny snowman plushie sitting near the TV. The christmas playlist still quietly playing from the speakers. And then—his eyes landed on the tree topper. A tiny deer ornament. His lips twitched immediately. “Seriously?” he laughed softly. I crossed my arms defensively. “It reminded me of you!”

“You’re obsessed with calling me a deer.” “You literally have bambi eyes.” “You’re never beating the whipped allegations either.” I gasped dramatically. “YOU are the clingy one here.” Heeseung suddenly grinned before tightening his hold around my waist and burying his face into my neck again. “And proud.” Hopeless. Actually hopeless. I melted instantly when he pressed tiny kisses beneath my jaw, nuzzling against me like an oversized affectionate cat finally reunited with its owner after years.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled sleepily. “It’s vanilla body lotion.” “You smell like home.” Oh. Oh that one almost took me out. I physically hid my face in his shoulder while he giggled softly against my skin.“You’re shy now?” he teased quietly. “Shut up.”

“No.” I smacked his chest weakly while he laughed, the sound low and genuine. God, I missed hearing him laugh in real life. Not through a screen. Not through broken calls between schedules. Like this. Warm against me. Real. After a while, I finally forced him to get up from the couch before he fully merged into me forever.

“Come on,” I huffed while trying to push him up. “Go change properly. Your clothes still smell like airport.” He groaned loudly. “But I’m comfortable.” “Heeseung.” “Babyyy.” “You can cuddle me after showering.” That got his attention immediately. His head lifted from my shoulder so fast I almost laughed. “…Promise?” I stared at him in disbelief.

“You flew across countries and survived world tours just to act like this?” “Yes.” Then this man actually stood up, grabbed his duffle bag, and pointed at me accusingly. “Don’t disappear.” I burst out laughing. “Where would I even go?” “You never know.” “Go shower before I spray sanitizer on you.” “Cruel.” Still mumbling dramatically under his breath, he finally disappeared toward the bathroom while I shook my head fondly. A few minutes later, he came out wearing fresh clothes. Well. Fresh clothes meaning— another one of the exact same oversized hoodies I was wearing. I stared. Then looked at him. Then back at the hoodie. “…You changed into matching clothes on purpose.” Heeseung froze mid-step. “No.” “Lee Heeseung.” “It’s coincidence.” “You own hundreds of hoodies.” “This one called to me spiritually.”

I genuinely started laughing so hard my stomach hurt while he tried failing miserably to hide his grin. “You’re insane.” “And yet you love me deeply.” Unfortunately. Very deeply. The rest of the evening passed softly after that. Comfortably. Like the world outside their apartment simply stopped existing for a while. Heeseung eventually curled himself beside me on the couch again while we watched a christmas movie neither of us were actually paying attention to. Well— I tried to watch it. But it’s hard focusing when your boyfriend is practically attached to your side like velcro. His head rested on my lap while one arm stayed wrapped around my waist possessively even from that angle. Meanwhile, I absentmindedly combed through his hair, pushing soft strands away from his forehead while he slowly started melting into sleep. His face looked softer like this. Peaceful. No stage makeup. No cameras. No pressure. Just him. My Heeseung. I looked down when his grip around my waist tightened slightly.

“You falling asleep?” I whispered softly. “Mhm.”

“You should sleep properly in bed then.” “No.” I snorted quietly. “You’re so stubborn.” Another sleepy hum left him before he shifted even closer somehow, burying his face deeper into my stomach. And then— silence. I looked down properly. Oh. He was completely knocked out. My expression softened instantly. Poor thing. He must have been running on fumes for weeks. I gently brushed my fingers across his cheek before sighing quietly and lowering the volume of the movie. Outside the apartment windows, snow had finally started falling.

Soft. Slow. Pretty. The first snow of the year. I smiled faintly before carefully leaning down and kissing the crown of his head. “I missed you too,” I whispered. Maybe an hour passed before I gently shook him awake again. “Hee.” A sleepy groan. “Heeseung.”

“No schedules.” I laughed softly. “No schedules.” “Then let me sleep.” “The first snow is falling.” One eye slowly opened. “…Really?” I nodded excitedly. “Come outside with me.” His brows furrowed immediately before he pulled the blanket higher around himself dramatically. “No.” I blinked. “What?” “It’s cold.” “It’s snow.” “I already have warmth.” He tightened his arms around my waist as emphasis.

I physically covered my face with my hands. “You cannot say things like that casually.” “But it’s true.” “HEE.” He just laughed sleepily before peeking up at me through messy red hair. “Five more minutes.” “You said that twenty minutes ago.” “Time is a social construct.” Eventually—with a lot of whining, several kisses, and bribery involving freshly baked cookies—I managed to drag him outside anyway. And honestly? It was worth it.

Snowflakes landed softly in his hair while we stood outside bundled in oversized hoodies and coats, our breaths visible in the freezing air. Heeseung looked ridiculously pretty beneath snowfall. Like unfairly pretty. And of course— the moment I got distracted staring at him— this menace threw snow directly at me. I gasped loudly. “LEE HEESEUNG.” His eyes widened instantly before he burst into laughter and started running. “BABY WAIT—”

“YOU’RE DEAD.” The neighbors definitely heard me threatening a world famous idol while chasing him through snow. But honestly? Worth it. By the time we stumbled back into the apartment, both of us were freezing, laughing breathlessly, and covered in snowflakes. I immediately pulled out the christmas cookies I had baked earlier and the look on Heeseung’s face alone deserved an award. “You made these?” he asked softly. “The way you like them.” That man looked at me like he was seconds away from proposing marriage on the spot. We spent the rest of the night beside the christmas tree exchanging gifts while soft music played quietly in the background.

And unsurprisingly— Heeseung kept every single thing I gave him. Every note. Every ribbon. Every tiny detail. “You still have that receipt from our aquarium date?” I stared at him in horror. “It’s sentimental.” “You’re actually insane.” “You’re literally dating me willingly.” Fair point.

Later that night, when the apartment grew quieter and the christmas lights became the only thing illuminating the room, Heeseung suddenly stood up before holding his hand toward me. “Dance with me.” I looked at him softly. Then placed my hand in his. Slow dancing with Lee Heeseung felt dangerously intimate. His arms rested around my waist while mine looped around his neck, our bodies swaying slowly together in the middle of the living room. No cameras. No noise. No expectations. Just us. His forehead rested against mine as his eyes slowly fluttered shut. And quietly— so quietly it almost got lost beneath the music—he whispered:

“Can we stay like this forever?” My heart ached. Not painfully. Just…full. I smiled before leaning forward and kissing him softly. “Yeah,” I whispered against his lips. “Forever sounds nice,” he murmured quietly against my skin, his voice drowsy from exhaustion and warmth alike. The words settled somewhere dangerously deep inside my chest. Forever. Such a terrifyingly big word. Yet when it came from Lee Heeseung, spoken softly while his arms were wrapped around me like I was the only thing keeping him together, it didn’t feel scary at all. It felt comforting. Warm. Like home.

I smiled faintly, my fingers threading through the soft strands of his red hair as he rested his head against my shoulder, practically melting into me inch by inch. “Btw...” his voice came out muffled against my neck. “Hm?” He tilted his head just enough to look at me, his cheek still squished against my shoulder while his tired eyes blinked up at me lazily. God, he looked so unfairly adorable like this. Fresh from tour, exhausted beyond belief, clingy to the point of shamelessness and yet somehow still looking like the prettiest person I have ever laid my eyes on.

His fingers tightened around my waist beneath the oversized hoodie I was wearing — his hoodie. “Can I come over whenever I get lost?” he asked quietly. “Even if it’s late. Or ugly hours. Or when I’m too tired to think properly.” His lips curved into the faintest smile. “Like... can I just come to you?” My heart actually hurt. Not in a bad way. In that overwhelming kind of way where love becomes too much for one body to hold properly. I stared at him for a few seconds before lightly flicking his forehead.

“Ow.” He frowned immediately, offended. “You’re so annoying,” I muttered softly, trying to hide how emotional that made me feel. “Why are you asking permission for that?” He blinked at me quietly. I cupped his face gently this time, brushing my thumb beneath his eyes where exhaustion still lingered no matter how much he tried to hide it. “You can come over whenever you want, idiot,” I whispered. “You don’t need permission for that.” Something shifted in his expression then. It softened. Completely. Like those words alone removed some invisible weight off his shoulders. He leaned into my palm instinctively, eyes fluttering shut for a second before opening again. “Really?”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Lee Heeseung, if you ask me that one more time, I’m kicking you out into the snow.” He burst into sleepy giggles immediately, the sound warm and airy as he buried his face into my neck again. “Okay, okay. I got it.” “Good.” “But...” he mumbled. “Oh my god, there’s more?” “I just...” he tightened his arms around me even more somehow, practically gluing himself to me now. “I think this is the first time in a long while where I don’t feel tired.” My teasing expression faded instantly. He continued quietly.

“When I’m with you, everything becomes quiet here.” He tapped lightly against his chest. “And here too.” Then against his head. “It doesn’t feel loud anymore.” I swallowed hard. Outside the windows, snowflakes continued falling softly from the night sky, coating the city in white little by little while Christmas lights reflected against the glass beautifully. The tree lights twinkled beside us warmly, filling the apartment with gold and red glows while the scent of freshly baked cookies still lingered in the air. And in the middle of all that warmth sat Lee Heeseung — tangled with me on the couch in matching hoodies, sleepy eyes barely open, hair messy from my fingers, holding me like I was something precious. Something worth coming home to. I don’t think he understood what he did to me. How deeply he was loved. I pressed a lingering kiss against his forehead, feeling him melt further into me instantly.

“We should really go wash up before sleeping,” I reminded softly. “Or you’ll complain tomorrow morning that your skin feels weird.” He groaned dramatically. “Nooo...” “Yes.” “But we just got you back.” “You’re being clingy.” “And?” He looked up at me shamelessly. “You say that like it’s supposed to stop me.” I snorted. He grinned proudly before suddenly kissing my jaw once. Then again. Then another near my cheek.

“Heeseung.” “Hm?” kiss. “Let's go wash up.” “Five more minutes.” kiss. “You said that twenty minutes ago.” “Then twenty-five.” I rolled my eyes while he giggled against my skin, completely unbothered. God. This man really did recharge through physical affection. And honestly? I let him.

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