I come alive at night in his arms; with my head buried in the crook of his lovely, enticing neck, and my hands resting on that muscular chest, I live for the heartbeat under his warm skin and inhale his wonderful, manly scent like a mad man, revelling in recognition that he’s truly mine. I’m all over him and sometimes inside him, and I can’t get enough of him, I can’t get under his skin deep enough, I can’t give him enough of myself. For me, it’s nothing short of a miracle every time he looks into my eyes and breathes my name before he disappears into a bliss only I can give him. Never before in my life did I have a reason to hope for such blessing.
That is fucking perfection.
I also loved Ron wondering why Harry loves him. And Harry thinking about Ron on the Hogwarts Express, being his first friend.
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That is fucking perfection.
I also loved Ron wondering why Harry loves him. And Harry thinking about Ron on the Hogwarts Express, being his first friend.
*happy sigh*