A/N: Hey there! So, I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile! Hopefully this long... long... LONG chapter makes up for it! Anyway, you have my best friends: Shell, crazycakes21, Domi and Pissed of Pimp. Shell for writing the part from the waiting with Danica outside in the shivering cold till the end of the descriptive scene about what she had done with the exciting wand (NO SEX, btw, you perverts ;p)crazycakes91 for being the awesome beta who edits all my typos and the weird phrasing that doesn't make sense. So thaaaaaaaank you! And also Domi for all her smiles that encouraged me POSITEVELY to continue and finish the chapter, and last but certainly not the least: Pissed of Pimp: she encouraged me (with punches and threats and all that fun stuff) negatively, but still was there and told me to keep on writing. Sooooo behold!

I`ll stop the whole World, I`ll stop the whole World from turning into a monster and eating us alive, don`t you ever wonder how we survive, and now that you`re gone, the World is –

My favourite song, Monster by Paramore, was interrupted by the incessant jabbing targeted at my back. I paused it, frustrated.

"Yes?" I said turning towards the poking.

"We're here," said Danica plainly. "And thanks for ignoring me the entire train ride here, aka all day,"

Why is she being such a Drama Queen?

"I'm sorry, you're right and it was immature," I said, bullshitting her.

"Whatever," she retorted, turning away.

"No, wait, Danica," I jumped up from my seat.

"What?" she demanded, eyes blazing as she spun around.

"I don't want to fight,"

"Oh okay," she said, "Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to be a pissy hypocritical antisocial bitch!"

Iwillnotflipout,Iwillnotflipout, I chanted inside my head.

"Okay, I'm sorry." I tried to say soothingly, "It's just that I got into a fight with Draco the other night,"

"Whatever," she replied, "It's always about you, isn't it?"

"No! Holy fuck, Danica!" I exclaimed. "Chillaxelate"

"Fine!"

"Fine," I replied, "So where are you meeting George?"

"Good job at smoothly changing the subject, hunny," she remarked sarcastically.

"I try," I've decided that I will not provoke her no matter what. Well, I'll try my best, sometimes I say the most mundane thing and she erupts.

"He's meeting us at supper with Percy. Joy," she rolled her eyes, she and Percy didn't really get along...

"Ah, okay," I said trying to keep my face as blank as a white piece of parchment. We exited the train and into King's Cross station talking avidly about our apartment. In the letter we had received from Shayne Ronk about Muggle week, it explained that the apartments had been selected for us is based on the intellectuality the couple shares. Draco and I got Room 1907, Danica and George received the Room 1909. We finally got to the apartment building and we waited outside for the rest; a choice, not an obligation.

Danica shivered impatiently in the fall air and I laughed at her for not wearing her coat.

"Coats are for noobs," she grumbled as she came closer to me to warm up. A large black car pulls up at the gate and a redheaded man gets out of the car and crosses over to the passenger side to open the door. A blonde head pops out of the car and turns, blue eyes searching, though I can't see them where I am... it also doesn't help that I've lost my glasses again.

"Face!" Michelle exclaimed, using her pet name for me excitedly. She dropped her small duffel bag and rushed over to me.

"Hi!" I say animatedly. I know I'll be in trouble for not writing to her as often as she would have liked, but I've been a little... busy... I did, however, bring the stack of letters she's sent me. She launches herself into my arms and I hug her tightly.

"Bloody hell! Did he just open the car door for you?" Danica interrupts our greeting.

Michelle's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Got him well trained, haven't I?" she teased Danica lightly. Danica pushed me out of the way so she can have a go at hugging Michelle. I glance around to find the redhead and see him picking up Michelle's duffel bag and approaching our small group.

"Hey Charlie," Danica tosses over Michelle's shoulder. Charlie? Wait... what?

"You married Charlie?" I asked, baffled that I didn't know about this.

"Hmm, maybe you should've taken a break from your pornographic lifestyle to actually open a letter when I send one, shouldn't you?" Michelle takes a step back and I take the time to reassemble my thoughts by taking in her attire. She was wearing a flowing white skirt low on her hips, the hem of it brushing her bare ankles and black ballet flats. A bright green shirt and white vest covered her shoulders and made her waist length hair look even more blonde.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Michelle should've graduated a year before me so I couldn't figure out what she was doing back here. Her eyes cloud over and her big goofy grin slips into a frown.

"Bloody marriage law requires anyone who isn't married to go back to their school to get it over with, they need us to go to this Parenting Class, so I'm also planning on taking some advanced classes while I'm there, just a few," she grumbled angrily before her sneaky smile crept back up onto her face. "Charlie and I have just gotten back from out honeymoon," her eyes seem far away as Charlie wrapped his arm around her small waist. Dirty, dirty things have happened here. I can feel it. I am snapped out of my disturbing vision by Michelle's shriek.

"Ohmygod! Why didn't you tell me?" she screams at the top of her lungs, "Ohhh. I get it. You don't know yet,"

'Wait! What?' I call after her, struggling to catch up. 'What don't I know?' Michelle looks over her shoulder, bright blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

'Never mind!' She calls out to me. I grumble to myself as I follow behind her and Danica, both of them babbling excitedly about something unimportant while I daydream about Draco. His beautiful eyes, his hands, his flawless lips capturing mine in the heat of an argument.

'Michelle?' Charlie's voice snaps me out of my reverie. Michelle turns around quickly, nearly running me over in the process.

'Yes, wonderfulness?' She says, giggling a little. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

'I'm going to go park the car. I'll be up in a few minutes, okay?' Michelle's smile slips into a pout. 'If you hurry, you can decorate our apartment and surprise me.' Charlie says, knowing his wife's weakness.

'Yay!' Michelle leaps down the stairs between them and wraps her arms around his neck. I watch with a smile on my face until they stars snogging passionately. . My eyes widen and I look away, blushing fiercely.

Michelle leads the way in front of me holding the smallest one of her bags, leaving the rest for me and Danica to pick. I look at Danica who already has her hands full and frown.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"If we don't do it, then they'll stay in the hall and get stolen. Then she'll have to wear that for the rest of eternity," Danica nods towards Michelle's green shirt and flowy white skirt. I start to say something but am interrupted by Michelle's shout.

"What the fuck?" I gather up the bags and follow Danica into the apartment, seeing the stark white walls that greeted me when I first moved into my Dormitory with Draco. "This is bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit."

"What's wrong, Meesha?" I asked her worriedly. Danica and I set the bags by the doors.

"Look at this! There's no color! At all!" Michelle stands against the wall and holds up the hem of her skirt. "Look, I match! This is horrid. How can I be expected to live like this? You, Faith, I understand, but honestly! I'm an interior designer! This is unbelievable!" I wait for her to catch her breath before speaking.

"See that wand over there? It's an interior design wand," I picked it up and handed it to her. "It will give you anything you want," Michelle grasps it eagerly in her small hand and I almost see her eyes glaze over in excitement. She's probably already in that little world in her head where everything can come true. I contemplate poking her to see if she's alive when she lets out a loud squeal.

"This is bloody brilliant!" Her eyes are shining brightly as she runs to the bleak kitchen and makes caramel colored cabinetry topped with dark granite countertop appear from the end of the wand, "Wow! It's even better in real life then it was in my head!"

Another flick of Michelle's wrist and a large island with tall chairs and glass take shape before my eyes. Oh boy... she's having way too much fun with this... Michelle turns to us with a quick whip of her blonde hair, eyes glittering happily.

"Stay here! I want to surprise you for when it's done!" She runs off and leaves Danica and I settle ourselves at the kitchen table. After a few seconds we hear heavy footsteps running back. "Ooh, I just remembered that I wanted to tell you something! And Faith, you have to tell me something! But after, kay?" We just nod but she doesn't see because she's already off in her little corner of Heaven.

"What do you need to tell her?" Danica asked curiously. I shrug and wonder what she has to tell me.

I manage to take a power-nap in the half-hour it takes Michelle to perfect her home sweet home. I am awakened by Michelle's squeals of delight.

'I'm do-one!' I snuffle and roll over. Why am I so tired? A feel a hand smack my arm. Hard. 'Faith!' I sit bolt upright, looking around angrily for my attacker. Michelle is a few feet away from me, glaring angrily.

'What? I'm awake, okay?' I rub the sleep from my eyes and swing my legs over the side of the chair. Michelle seems over her anger towards me as she grabs my hand delightedly to bring me to show me her brand new home. 'Where's Danica, anyway?'

'She left fifteen minutes ago.' Michelle says simply, offering no explanation.

'Why?' I ask curiously.

'Because you were boring her.' Michelle smirks a little bit. 'So she got to see the house before you.'

The living room is obviously designed for comfort with enormous grey couches that sink in when I sit in them. A large fireplace is already lit with a blazing fire, promising to chase away the winter-time chills soon to come. A flat-screen television sits proudly atop the fireplace mantle. The powder-room beside the front door is set in the same way, with fluffy white towels hung on a heated towel rack and a modern sink made of glass and stainless steel faucets. The floor in the whole main floor is made of beautifully stained dark maple wood. I follow Michelle up the winding stairs that lead up to the second floor looking at the paintings and pictures on the walls along the way up. There are pictures from the weddings of all of her friends. I pause for a moment in front of the one of me and Draco. In it, our fingers are tightly laced together as if we would never let go of the other and our lips are almost touching. I can't tell if we were just about to kiss or if we had just broken apart but the passion in our eyes is fierce. I remember what came after the wedding and smile a little to myself.

'That's my favourite.' Michelle has come up behind me and is looking at the photo with me. I blush and step around her to continue up the stairs. A door stands open at the end of the hallway, rekindling my curiosity. Michelle lets me lead the way to a beautiful master bedroom with a large dark blue king-sized four poster bed. The first thing that hits me is that the whole room is decorated in various shades of blue – Michelle's favourite color. It doesn't look horrible, though. The walls and carpet are white and beige, letting the blues in the bedding and curtains make up for the lack of color in the paint. A white vanity with an ornately carved mirror lays against the far wall with a single silver hairbrush laying on its top. Two dressers stand side by side on the wall beside me with two of the trunks from downstairs. I can just see an ensuite bathroom to the side with more of Michelle's classically modern dark cabinetry and glass plumbing.

I step closer to see some pictures in frames that litter one of the dresser tops to see some choice photographs that Michelle brought from home. I see pictures of me and Danica holding on to each other as we laugh in our fourth year and pictures of more of her friends; Paige and Renee, pictures of her and Charlie at the wedding and... What?

'Is that an ultrasound?' I ask her. She blushes and looks to the floor.

'That's what I wanted to tell you. Before.' Michelle is biting her lip, looking like a child caught in a lie.

'Sweet, how long have you known?' I ask, incredulous. Her blush returns to her cheeks as she answers, still chewing on her lip.

'A while... A few months.' I look down to see what I hadn't noticed before: a small but defined bump, prominent between her hipbones.

"Where are you going?" she replied, her lower lip coming out to pout.

"I have a dinner to go to," I said somewhat grimly.

"You sound like you don't want to go,"

"Er... well..."

"Then don't go, don't do something you don't want to do,"

"Well we kind have to," I interjected grudgingly, "It's a family thing..."

"Oh dammit, that means I have to go," she complained.

"Wait why?" I asked.

She gave me dumbfounded looks.

"Er... Well... considering how Charlie is a Weasley and you said it was a family thing, you know I'd assume that I'd go considering how I'm part of the family,"

"Oh! I 'm sorry! I completely forgot... it's kinda odd seeing you with Charlie..." I giggled.

"Thanks," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"No! I didn't mean it like that!"

"Okay hunny," consoled Michelle, patting my arm lightly, "It's okay, we'll get you help,"

I laughed out loud. This has been a joke between us for a long time. I cocked my head to the side, hung my mouth open and twitched. "The doctor said I was fine!" I teased.

We doubled over laughing, whenever either of us would talk, the other would finish their sentence and we would explode into another fit of giggles.

"Yeah, we're 'special'," said Michelle adding quotation marks. That set us off again and it wasn't until I glanced at the elaborate clock on the wall that I immediately stopped.

"Holy shit!" I jumped up. "We're gonna be late!" I rushed off, saying quick farewells to Michelle, confirming that we'd all see each other at dinner with the whole family.

I rushed into my apartment for the first time and saw that it was already designed in majestic colors and patterns. I'llfixitlater I thought to myself. I rushed into different rooms; opening random doors before I spotted my trunk beside a grand bed in what I assumed was the master bedroom. I sprinted into the shower, taking only a few minutes to get clean (a record for me, normally I'd take a 30 minute shower and call that short, so really this was extremely brief for me), I stepped out of the shower and slipped on a empire waist midnight blue strapless sweetheart dress that reached slightly above my knees, Draco had gotten it for me the other day at Madam Kayla's. I threw on a pair of strappy black sandals, a silver necklace; an old chain with an old key hanging from it, with "to my heart" engraved on it, in cursive writing, and small sapphire studs into my ears. I decided against putting my hair up and kept my hair in a small tumble of curls against my shoulders. I checked the alarm clock on the table beside the bed and I felt my feet fly to get to the Dinner on time. Luckily it didn't take that much time to hail a cab and I reached the restaurant and spotted a table full of familiar faces.

Everyone was there; oh joy, I was late. I sat down at the only spot that was available; in between Michelle and Draco. Michelle was wearing a turquoise Queen Anne neckline and the dress ended at her knees, she looked dazzling with a simple pendant hanging on a chain around her neck. Her golden curls cascaded down to her waist beautifully and made her look even more exotic. And Draco... well he looked perfect as usual... with a black suit and a deep blue tie.

"Sorry I'm late," I said.

"It's fine," said Danica, "It's not like we didn't order or anything, you know, starving your friends!"

"Oh shut-" I began before seeing that the whole Weasley family was gathered around the table with us. Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley, Bill, Fleur, Charlie and Michelle, George and Danica, Ron and Hanna, Ginny and Harry and Teddy Lupin were all gathered around the table. And why were Draco and I there, you ask? Well I've always been part of the family... besides, Harry was there! I'm related to him! I glanced around the table more; Hermione and Blaise were sitting there too. As was Percy and Pansy... oh dear... why did the Ministry have to pair Pansy with a Weasley?

"Well, I'm glad you can join us, Faith, dear," said Mrs Weasley graciously.

"Well I'm very happy to be here, Mrs Weasley,"

"As am I," smiled Draco. WHOA! He was being polite! I would imagine my mouth fell open because I felt a nudge from Michelle.

Mrs Weasley paid no attention to my reaction and regarded Draco vigilantly before she spoke. "Draco Malfoy, you've been paired with one of the greatest witches I know, who's given her life many times to save the Wizarding population from annihilation. She's helped a lot of people, and you? What have you done, Draco Malfoy?"

Which, of course, made the already awkward silence even more uncomfortable.

What I expected from Draco was a snarky remark or an avoidance of the subject like the coward I thought he was but... then again, the bastard never ceased to surprise me. "Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, All Weasleys. I am extremely and utmost sincere on my apology. I will start by apologizing for my father, a man full of cruelty and hatred, raising me with beliefs that should not exist. It's those kinds of beliefs that started the horrible War. That excused He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named – I mean Lord Voldemort's wrath. I am sorry for my own troublesome choices. I'm sorry for your son's death. I'm sorry."

Holy shit.

There was an enormous silence that threaded through the room.

"What the-" voiced Danica. "But... that doesn't make sense! You're Draco Malfoy. A fucking godforsaken Malfoy! Are you guys completely out of your bloody minds? Am I the only one mature enough to stand up and voice my opinions?" she peered around the room, every expression mimicked my own: mouths hanging open...well every expression except for Draco and Michelle. They're mouths were in a perfect line. "Well, I guess I am, then! Malfoy is stupid! He's hurt us in the past! Why are we standing for this? You guys have gone crazy! He's a fucking bitch, he doesn't belong here, and I don't understand why he's here. He's betrayed everyone, what makes you so certain that he won't do it again? Do you guys remember what he did? He's hurt us so much in the past! How the hell can you let him in your lives like this? Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go in another room and let my brain implode," she stalked off her black scoop dress with the empire waist lightly flowing against her ankles strapped with heels.

"Oh dear," George, Michelle and I said in unison as we stood up.

"No- I'm her fiancée, I'll do it," George said as he followed Danica. Michelle and I sat down, trading a look.

"So... how are the wedding plans going?" Bill asked Hanna and Ron.

"It's going quite swimmingly," replied Hanna, "Actually, we thought about doing it this week."

"During Muggle week?" exclaimed Draco. "Won't that be hard?"

"Well, yeah," said Hanna," but at least it'll be fun. And then it's over,"

"But then you have to... er...-" said Hermione, clearly embarrassed.

"Reproduce?" suggested Draco with a smirk.

"Yes," Hermione said, red creeping up her face and setting in vividly on her cheeks against her pale skin."Reproduce,"

"Well, Faith knows a lot about that," remarked Michelle plainly.

My eyes widened, I'm pretty sure they were as big as saucers. "What?" I exclaimed.

Michelle's lips curved into an all too knowing mischievous smile. "Oh, you know what I'm talking about, Faith. Don't act dumb, it isn't becoming."

"I don't want to talk about this," I said, my voice going high as I began fiddling nervously with my napkin. Control. I thought to myself. Control.

Michelle raised her eyebrows and I felt massive relief wash over me when I saw Danica and George coming back. He had his arm around her and he pulled out her chair like the gentleman he was raised to be.

"How are you, dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley kindly.

"Ready to order," Danica smiled.

"How was your make up sex with George?" I teased.

I saw Danica's smile broaden. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Faith darling,"

'Wow. Fail. What are you? Three minutes? Thirty seconds?' Michelle snorts.

"Well then..." said Hanna before proceeding with her order. Everyone followed suit and continued with some chatter about the weddings drawing nearer. Danica's and George's wedding was just two days from now (meaning I couldn't sleep in, I have to go to the rehearsal tomorrow early in the morning even though the rehearsal doesn't start till exactly 3 o'clock sharp, we have to go buy a dress for Michelle and get groceries for our apartments) and Hanna's and Ron's wedding is two days after that. What a week.

After dinner we all hailed cabs. Draco and I got into the first one and we drove in an awkward silence, when we were close to our destination he finally spoke up.

"That was a pleasant dinner," he stated.

"If you count the bitch rant Danica had about you pleasant, then yes, Draco, the dinner was more than pleasant, it was enjoyable," I retorted snappishly.

"Jeez... why are you being such a bitch?"

"Pfft," I said sarcastically," Me? A bitch? Who would've known?"

He turned in his seat towards me. "What is with you lately? I've done nothing to provoke this kind of attitude from you. Now smarten up, I'm sick of it. Why don't you grow up for once and stop being such a whiny baby,"

I bunched my eyebrows and my lips together. "Well then, let me correct you on several things: one, you had this coming with your condescending ways. What with you telling me to clean, that sex will be good-"

"You know it is," he smirked.

I blushed furiously, "Really? I mean I knew I was okay but... no! I'm getting sidetracked! As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by your remark-"

"Compliment,"

"Whatever you want to call it," I said trying to regain control. "Anyway, I am a lot more grown up then a daddy's little rich spoiled boy,"

"And you are little miss I've saved the World and everyone owes me!"

"I don't even think that!"

"Well you sure act like it!"

"UGH!"

"Let's just quit the argument and be civil," he stated.

"Alright, fine." I agreed.

"Good," he said

"Alright,"

He scooted closer to me, "Well I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about our agreement," he murmured in my ear.

I snorted, "I wouldn't exactly call me assenting to our arrangement enthusiastic,"

"Well you did affirm it twice,"

"What else did you want me to say?" I whispered.

"Let's have mad passionate sex,"

I laughed, "Oh you so fucking wish, Malfoy,"

"You can't wish for something you already have,"

"And here I thought Percy was the pompous git," I giggled.

"Well you are right about that, luv,"

"I'm always right,"

"That debatable," he smirked.

"Pfft," I retorted.

"You are beautiful tonight," he smiled.

Whoa. Hold it there. Did Malfoy actually smile? When was the last time that happened?

"Why thank you, good sir," I said blushing fiercely.

"I'm just stating a truthful fact," he shrugged.

"I'd like to say you look quite dashing yourself, Malfoy."

"I know," he joked, "I really don't try though,"

"I doubt it," I teased.

"Ouch!"

"What?"

"My ego is hurt,"

I laughed, "Good job, Draco,"

"So now do we get to have hot passionate sex in our room, which by the way I decorated it beautifully, although not as beautiful as you are,"

I giggled, "You're just saying that,"

"No, I don't talk just to hear myself talk, Faith. When I say something I mean it." He said seriously.

"Oh,"

"Is that the dress I bought you?"

"Yeah," I said smiling. We were almost there.

"It's really nice on you," he smiled.

What's with all these compliments?

"Thank you, Draco, I think that tie is very nice on you, it really brings out the glint of silver in your eyes," I returned the compliment easily.

"So you've noticed my eyes?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, they're really nice and kind of out there,"

"Ah," he said before coming closer to me. "I know something else that wants to be out there,"

I laughed softly. "Is that so?"

"Yes, it can hardly breathe," he said nibbling on my lower lip.

"Well why don't you let it take a small breath?" I murmured before meeting his lips for a long, intense but soft kiss.

The cab driver cleared his throat for what must have been the billionth time. "We're here," he said.

"Bloody hell," mumbled Draco. "Alright, how much do we owe you?"

The cab driver retorted with the price and Draco swiped his credit card and paid the man a decent tip.

He opened the car door for me. "Thank you," I said politely. I myself must not forget my manners. I got out and wrapped my arms around Draco's neck. "I didn't know you had a credit card,"

"Well, we Malfoys are incredibly Muggle now,"

"Are you?" I remarked, raising both eyebrows.

"Of course, we Malfoys want nothing to do with that Pureblood superiority thought,"

"Bloody hell, Draco, are you serious?"

He paused, his eyes darting upwards in mock thought. "Maybe," he replied before leaning down to kiss my lips sweetly. I heard the cab pull away as I prolonged the kiss. His lips felt warm against mine as they moved expertly.

I was so entranced by our sensual kiss that I wasn't expecting the next thing that happened "HEY HOE!" screamed a voice.

I broke away from Draco. "Vivi?" I said. Vivian was one of my old friends, a Ravenclaw, part of the D.A., who fought when the Great War came. Basically a great witch. She was Asian with long straight black hair that framed her olive face and brought out dark almond eyes. Her dark blue pants and long, white and purple, empire waist blouse showed off her curves.

"You know it!" she laughed moving between Draco and us. "And that's pimp to you, mutherfucker!"

"Hey!" I said, Draco pulled his arm around my waist in a protective manner.

"So I hear you've married Malfoy," said Vivian. "It was a nice wedding ceremony, you better come to mine," Vivian had come to our wedding so it's only fair that we attend but I don't think Malfoy wants to go, judging by his stoic expression.

"When is it?" I smiled.

"Tomorrow evening,"

"What time...?" I pressed.

"8 o'clock at night,"

"And who, might I ask is the lucky man?" I said.

"You mean unlucky," Draco whispered lowly so that only I could hear him. I elbowed him playfully in the ribs.

"So...? Who is it, Vivi?"

"Theodore Nott," Draco and Vivi said in unison. "One of my best mates," continued Draco. "Sucks to be him,"

A booming laugh sounded behind Vivian. "You're only saying that because you wish you were in my place," said Theodore Nott appearing from the shadows.

"Sure," Draco said curtly.

"It's been a long time," Nott said.

"Yeah, since August I believe?"

"Correct," he said before leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"So you're coming to my wedding," she concluded.

"Not like we have a choice," Draco muttered under his breath. I nudged him in his ribs playfully again as Vivian continued to glare at him intently.

"Where is it?" I asked.

Nott replied by slipping out a paper and scribbling the address on it. He handed it to me and caught Vivian's attention. "What apartment are we?"

"1908" she replied plainly.

"Ohmygosh!" I exclaimed as Draco groaned loudly. "That's right next to us!"

"Which is it?"

"1907"

"Okay, hoe, well I better not be interrupted or hear anything traumatizing," she winked as she skipped off into the building hand in hand with Nott.

"Ah really... well we might have to make those sounds extremely traumatizing," Draco smirked.

I laughed as I planted a huge kiss on his lips. As I pulled away he wrapped his arms tightly are me and deepened the kiss to an intensity that felt out-of-this-world. After what felt like a mere seconds, he pulled away smiling and led me to our apartment. I fell asleep in pure bliss as we lay beside each other after we changed into our pajamas. His bare torso against my lightly clad back felt almost as soothing as the circles he was rubbing on my arm with his hand.

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