Take Everything and Give It Back.

Sage

The dark is soft here. Not the choking kind I’ve lived in, but the kind that strokes over skin and says rest. I blink awake to the low hum of the house and the warmer, steadier hum of him. Conner. I’m in his bed. He’s on his side, back to me, one arm thrown above his head like he fell aslee...

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