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“You want to torture me.” he mumbled then, and even after I changed into one of his extremely large hoodies, and a his sweatpants, he still mumbled.

Who cares? I know I didn’t, I was going to spend the night in his room, and in his arms, and nothing could take away my joy.

Unless their were creating a boundary on the giant bed, separating us with a wall of pillows