[ He lays a few more kisses, like delicately falling petals in a breeze. ]
Warm, like summer.
[ How does one smell "warm"? He doesn't explain further. But seated here, under the glow of perpetual twilight filtering in through his window, he can't think of how better to describe him. ]
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[ He lays a few more kisses, like delicately falling petals in a breeze. ]
Warm, like summer.
[ How does one smell "warm"? He doesn't explain further. But seated here, under the glow of perpetual twilight filtering in through his window, he can't think of how better to describe him. ]