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Dreaming....
::lays in bed, his head on Nick's chest, listening to that heartbeat, the slow even breathing, fully awake. smile plays across lips, runs his hand up to Nick's face, tilting his head up. traces over pretty lips, down that nose. exhales softly, a content sigh, and rests his head down again. whispers::
He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, the most beautiful thing I've ever touched.
If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up.
It's so perfect.
::grins and closes his eyes, falls back into a content sleep::
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