c l o s e d | f. & a.
Antonin was doing his best to fight the urge to rest his head on Flora’s shoulder. But he was so. unbelievably. tired. It felt like he hadn’t slept in a week, which wasn’t untrue in the slightest, and the comfort of the broad armchair they were both perched on combined with the warmth that emanated from her and that resided in the room, made his head dizzy with sleepiness.
His eyes threatened to flutter shut while he listened to her talk. Honestly, he did feel guilty for not listening to her on concentrating on what she was saying, but his exhaustion got the better of him.
Without him noticing, his head had dangerously tilted to the side. Antonin snapped awake again and sharply took a breath. “Боже мой... I’m sorry.”
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