“What time is it?” he asks,... «After We Collided»
goldfish196 марта 2025“What time is it?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep.
“Almost seven-thirty.” I tell him quietly.
“Dammit. Can we play hooky today?”
“No, but you can.” I smile and gently run my fingers over his hair, massaging his scalp softly.
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