Crying into his shoulder, I felt gentle fingers combing through my hair, stroking down and over the shorter hairs, and I melted into him. My sobs died down into whimpers and sighs and hiccups and sniffles, floating effortlessly passed my lips. I could feel Marco’s cheek against my head as well, nuzzling me softly. 'Stay in my bed tonight?' he whispered. I nodded. There was no way I was letting him go. I would never let him go.
Like A Drum (His Beating Heart) by Lownly











