( his heart skips a beat. a literal beat. an unfiltered smile crosses his lips and he’s mindful to ensure that the oven and the stove are both off before he turns fully in dice’s arms to essentially nuzzle up against the man’s cheek. )
Let’s go back to bed, then. You don’t even have to carry me then.
( he kisses his jaw, his ear. )
I love you, my muse. ( softer, softer than ever before. )
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Let’s go back to bed, then. You don’t even have to carry me then.
( he kisses his jaw, his ear. )
I love you, my muse. ( softer, softer than ever before. )