Maybe it's a dream

-- time skip --

He woke to the faint brush of morning light, and felt the heat of another in his arms. Cracking open his eyes, he saw the soft form of Wren beside him. He snuggled a little further into her warmth, and drifted his eyes around them. To the forgotten and discarded food squashed into the ground, and the comfortable coat beneath them. He gently tipped his head forward and kissed Wren’s crown, wondering if she was yet awake.

“Good morning, sweet one” he said softly, nuzzling behind her ear with a gentle brush of his nose. girls like it if a man is passionate He thought back to words she had spoken days earlier. Perhaps he needed to hatch a plan, show a little passion. Now that he was fully sober he couldn’t bring himself to regret letting down his guard around her, letting her in. They had made a choice yesterday, and he intended to honour it. They had jumped the gun a little, but he intended to woo her. To go the nine yards, and show her a little passion.


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