Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to write this; I had major writer's block. Anyway, this chapter is I believe the longest out of all of the chapters for this story, so there's plenty of drama and other tomfoolery, so enjoy!

SPOV

When we walk into school on Monday, Blaine and I are immediately surrounded by the New Directions. "Are you two alright?" Mercedes asks. I see that her concern is mirrored in the faces of the others in the group. I share a look with Blaine, who shrugs, and I see that he is just as lost as I am.

"Yeah, we're fine…why?" I reply slowly.

"We heard some of the guys on the hockey team talking about how they found you in the parking lot at Breadstix, we were worried that they hurt you!" Tina chimes in.

Blaine chuckles. "No, we're fine, thanks to Sebastian. A bunch of those guys were harassing me, but he stood up for me." He goes on to tell the whole story, making it seem like a heroic act. "You should have seen the looks on their faces when they ran away!" he finishes, giggling.

"He's making me sound a lot tougher than I was…" I mumble.

He rolls his eyes. "I am not! You were my hero!"

I laugh, but Tina still looks worried. "Well, I'd watch out if I were you. I heard them talking about getting you back."

"Thank you, Tina," I say, hugging her. "I'll keep an eye out, okay?"

This seems to pacify her, and she smiles. Just then, the leader of the group of idiots from the other night walks by, and I smirk at him. He gives our group a wide berth, and, thought he still looks a little frightened, he glares at me. Okay, so I definitely need to keep an eye out for him.

No one bothers me through the rest of the day, and I begin to think that the hockey players won't try anything in retaliation. After glee club rehearsal, Blaine and I walk, hand-in-hand, towards the exit. Suddenly, he stops. "I left my jacket in the choir room," he sighs.

"Alright," I reply, "I'll meet you out by your car." I plant a kiss on his cheek before turning and walking out into the sunlight. I walk slowly, enjoying the quiet, when a voice shatters my peace.

"Well, look who it is boys," the voice says. "The little faggot who thought he could pull one over on us." The tone shoots through me, and I shiver a little as the entire McKinley High hockey team walks in front of me. There must be at least twenty of them, and one look is all it takes to know that they're here for a fight.

I swallow hard, assessing my options. Don't show them weakness I remind myself. "Can I help you?" I ask coldly.

One of the others boys sneers at me. "You're going to pay for what you did, you little homo."

Okay, options…There's too many of them to fight, so that's out. I could walk away. Yeah, walking away sounds like a good plan.

Trying hard to control my expression, I roll my eyes and turn to leave. My triumph doesn't last too long, because I am unceremoniously yanked back by the collar right into the face of the boy I punched in the parking lot. I'm shaking now, not because of this boy, but because of the memories he's stirred up. "You want to be a fucking faggot?" my father yells. "Fine, then you're going to act like one."

"Aww," the boy says with mock concern, "Is the little freak gonna cry?"

Suddenly, I see each and every one of them as my father. Blood everywhere. Pain. A scream coming from my throat. I begged. I couldn't get away. I couldn't stop him. I was trapped.

"Please," I whisper. The boy just sneers and punches me so hard that I fall to the ground. Raising my hand to my head, I feel the sticky blood running down my face. The sight of it only makes me remember more of the details of that horrible day, and I start hyperventilating. The boy stalks towards me menacingly, reaching for me again. I scramble backwards as fast as I can, but I hit something, which only intensifies my panic.

"Leave him alone!" someone yells. The boy stops, and I look up to see that the thing I hit was Blaine's legs. Looking behind me, I see all of the New Directions, plus Mr. Shue. They all look livid. Blaine gently pulls me up, stepping in front of me. The other New Directions step up around me, creating a sort of barrier. Mr. Shue walks to the front of the group.

"I am very disappointed in you boys," he says angrily. "Have no doubt that Principal Figgins will hear about this, as will your coach, and you will all be dealt with accordingly."

Mercedes walks up next to him. "If you've got a problem with him, you've got a problem with all of us," she says. "If I were you, I'd leave him alone." The boys look a little scared, and they turn and walk quickly away.

As soon as the boys dissipate, Blaine pulls me around into a hug. I'm still shaking, and I feel like I can't breathe. "It's okay," he murmurs. "You're safe now; I'm here." I bury my head in his chest, breathing his scent in deeply as I let the tears flow into his shirt.

I feel someone put a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Come on," Mr. Shue says, "Why don't we take him back to the choir room so he can calm down?" I feel Blaine nod, and he slowly walks me back inside, still murmuring gently to me.

When we reach the choir room, Blaine sits, pulling me into his lap. "Sebastian," he says softly. "Look at me." Slowly, I open my eyes to find his concerned face in front of mine. Breathing comes a little easier. "What happened?" he asks gently.

"They jumped me in the parking lot, and some of the things they were saying made me remember what happened with my father," I explain. "Sorry for freaking out like that."

Blaine rubs small, soothing circles into my back. "You don't have to be sorry; it wasn't your fault. Are you okay now?"

I nod, trying to take deeper breaths. "Yeah, I'll be fine." I suddenly notice that all of the other New Directions are here, looking just as concerned as Blaine. "Thank you," I say softly, "For defending me."

Tina reaches out and pats my shoulder gently. "You're one of us," she shrugs. "We protect each other."

"We have to," Rory adds. "If we don't, who else is going to?"

"Don't worry, Sebastian," Mr. Shue says from the other side of Blaine. "They won't get away with this."

I pull away from Blaine's shirt, noticing the bloodstain there from my forehead. "Sorry about that," I murmur, pointing to the spot.

"That's alright," he says. He sighs, his hold on me tightening. "This is my fault," he says softly. "I shouldn't have left you by yourself."

I shush him gently. "It wasn't your fault," I tell him firmly. "You had no way of knowing they were waiting to get me alone. I didn't see it coming either. You can't chaperone me 24/7."

He nods. "I guess you're right."

"Maybe Blaine can't," Mercedes chimes in," But we can."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

She sighs. "I'm not entirely sure they're not going to come after you again. It might be a good idea to make sure at least one of us is always around you so they don't catch you alone again. They'd think twice before messing with all of us. We could take shifts in small groups, that way you always have some backup."

I smile at her. "Thanks, but I can't ask you guys to do that. You've done so much for me already."

"We don't mind," Artie says. "We'd do the same if it was any one of us."

"Besides," Mike continues, "We all like hanging out with you anyway."

I smile at that. "For a while there I thought most of you only tolerated me because Blaine asked you too."

"It was like that, at first," Sam admits. "But you've grown on us. We really do consider you a friend now. And we wouldn't mind hanging around you more often."

I look to Blaine, who shrugs. "I don't think it would be a bad idea to have a few more people looking out for you."

Mr. Shue nods. "It certainly wouldn't hurt."

"It wouldn't be forever," Tina offers. "Just until they move on to some other target."

I consider this. "Okay," I agree. "I have to admit knowing you guys are looking out for me makes me feel a little better. I think it's a good idea."

Mercedes smiles. "Good. Don't worry, Sebastian. We'll protect you." She hugs me gently.

Blaine examines the cut on my forehead. "We should probably take you to the nurse or something."

I shake my head. "I don't think it's that bad," I say quickly. "I think we should just go home." It may be easier for me to be comfortable around people now, but I'd still rather have someone who I trust than a stranger.

Thankfully, Blaine takes the hint. "Okay," he agrees. "I'm sure my mom will know what to do."

One by one, the New Directions hug me and leave, until only Mr. Shue remains behind. "I'm going to go talk to Principal Figgins" he tells us. "We've got so many witnesses to the incident; he has to do something about it." He claps me on the shoulder gently. "Don't worry, Sebastian," he says. "You're in good hands."

I nod gratefully at him as Blaine puts an arm around my waist, and we walk together out of the room. "You sure you're alright?" he asks in the car.

I give him a small smile. "Yeah I'm okay, thanks to you guys."

He smiles and squeezes my hand. "Good."

"Hey Blaine?" I say as he pulls into the driveway.

"Hmm?"

"I'd like to…talk to you later. About what happened with my father."

He nods. "Sure, whenever you're ready."

As we walk into the house, I hear Julie's voice. "Hi boys," she yells from another room. "How was…" She trails off as she sees me, and her eyes go wide. "Sebastian, honey, what happened to you?" She walks closer, raising my chin gently to examine my face, and I wonder idly what I look like.

"Some of the jerks on the hockey team jumped him," Blaine explains carefully.

"They what?" she growls.

I jump a little at the sudden intensity of her voice, and Blaine notices. "Mom, please calm down, you're making Sebastian nervous." The anger drains from her face as he continues. "Mr. Shue and the rest of the New Directions saw the whole thing, and he's reporting it to the principal as we speak. They're going to take care of it."

She sighs. "But why would they want to hurt you?" she says to me.

"Well," I explain, "A few of them were making fun of Blaine the other night, trying to pick a fight with us, and I…won. They ran away, and they were embarrassed about being beaten by the gay kid, so the whole team came after me."

"That's horrible. Well, the principal better take care of it," she huffs. "Or else he's going to have to deal with me. No one hurts my boys and gets away with it!"

I grin at her words, sharing a look with Blaine. "My boys," she'd said. She considered me hers. The realization makes me suddenly love her more than I ever did before.

"Well," she continues, softer now, "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you cleaned up." I nod and follow her into the master bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub while she rummages through the medicine cabinet. Her eyes rest on the stain on Blaine's shirt. "Blaine, honey, why don't you get cleaned up while I help Sebastian?"

Blaine looks to me, silently asking if I want him to stay. "It's okay," I assure him. "I'll be fine." He nods, squeezing my hand once before leaving.

When Julie has everything she needs out on the counter, she closes the medicine cabinet. I catch my reflection in the mirrored door and gasp. I look terrible. Dried blood covers a good portion of my face, and there's a large purple mark starting to form on my cheek. Julie comes to sit next to me, looking over my injuries.

"Sebastian, honey?" she says gently, "Do you mind if I take your shirt off? I think I see something on your back."

I shake my head, allowing her to pull it off. I hiss slightly as the fabric moves against my skin and I think she might be right. I can see that I'm a lot worse than I thought. Each of my arms is scraped from elbow to palm from scrambling backwards in the parking lot, and my back is scratched and bruised from it's collision with the asphalt. Luckily, I was wearing jeans today, which protected me from injuries in more embarrassing places.

Julie tuts sympathetically. "You must be hurting a lot," she says softly.

"Kind of," I admit.

She pats my knee gently. "Well, don't worry, Sebastian. We'll have you cleaned up in no time, and we'll get you something to help with the pain."

I nod, smiling at her, as she begins with my arms. She gently cleans the scrapes, apologizing whenever I hiss in pain, and carefully rubs antibacterial cream across the raw skin, which cools the heat coming from the injury. She spreads a different cream on my palms, one which, she explains, has a numbing agent, so that I won't feel them as much.

"I'm going to cover these for now," she tells me, "So that they won't accidentally rub against something and hurt you." I smile gratefully at her as she carefully covers them with gauze, which she then uses a bandage to hold in place. I look a bit like a mummy, but the relief is so sweet that I don't care.

Blaine returns, sitting on my other side as Julie moves on to examine my back. He gasps as he sees the raw red patches covering most of the skin there. I lean into him as she begins cleaning the wounds, squeezing his hand while she washes the worse of the injuries. "Do these hurt more than the others?" she asks gently.

I nod. "Yeah, I kind of skidded across the asphalt when I fell."

"I can tell," she murmurs. "The skin on your back is burning hot." She thinks for a moment. "I can try to cool it down a little. It might not be pleasant at first, but it would be more comfortable for you."

I nod to her. "Sure. Might as well try it."

She turns the tap on the bathtub, filling it halfway with cool water. "You might want to hang on to Blaine," she says softly. "It's going to hurt for a minute."

I nod, wrapping my arms around his waist. He rubs my shoulders gently, careful not to touch the injured part of my back. Julie grabs a towel, wetting it in the water. "Ready?" she asks. I nod, and she carefully drapes the towel over my back.

I hiss as the fabric makes contact with my skin, my grip on Blaine tightening. He gently strokes my hair, murmuring to me soothingly as some of the pain fades. "You okay?" he asks after a minute.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assure him. "It's not too bad now."

Julie hands him a plastic cup. "Now," she instructs, "When the towel gets hot, Blaine, use the cup to pour more cool water onto it. Slowly, okay? Hopefully that way we can cool him down while I clean up the rest of him."

She begins washing the dried blood off of my face, careful to be gentle around the dark bruise. I begin to squirm as my skin heats up again, but sigh in relief when Blaine douses it in cool water. Julie gently washes the cut, covering it in antibacterial cream and sticking a bandage over it to keep it clean. She cleans the rest of my face, grabbing an ice pack to put over my cheek. I relax a little more as the towel is cooled again. "Is the water helping?" she asks.

I nod, smiling at her. "Yeah, it feels a lot better." I pause. "I guess we have to stop it now, though, huh?"

She shakes her head. "Not until you're ready, sweetie. We can wait a little while for the heat to fade if you'd like."

I look to Blaine. "You don't mind?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Course not," he replies immediately. "I'll stay here as long as you want me to."

"Okay then," I agree. "I think it would be good to wait a little while. It's getting better."

Julie smiles, her fingers running gently over my uninjured cheek. "Alright then." She glances at her watch. "I'm going to start making dinner for you boys. I think you're in good hands here with Blaine." She winks, and I chuckle. "Yell if you need me."

She leaves us alone, and I hear her pulling things out in the kitchen. I sigh as Blaine pours water over the towel again. "Does it really help that much?" he asks curiously.

I nod. "Yeah, it does. You know when you get a burn and you run it under cold water?" He nods. "It's like that," I explain. "And now every time my skin heats up again, it heats up a little less."

He smiles at me. "Glad to be of service."

I nuzzle into him gently as the cool water soothes my raw skin. "Hey, Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk now?" I ask hesitantly.

"Sure, honey."

I take a deep breath and begin to tell him what really happened the day he found me. I tell him about my father's anger; about being cornered by him. I tell him about being thrown against the wall, and the fear I felt when I realized what he was planning to do. I tell him about the rape, the blood and the burn. I tell him how much I wanted to scream, and how dirty I felt to be used like that. I tell him about the things my father said to me, the names he called me. I tell him about my father saying that I deserved it for being a freak. I tell him how glad I was to finally black out.

I surprise myself with the level of calm I'm able to hold onto, aided by the soothing water. When I finish, I feel a hot drop on my shoulder. I look up to see that Blaine is crying. "I'm so sorry," he whispers.

I reach up to gently brush the hot tears from his cheeks. "It's okay, Blaine," I say softly. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't mine, either. It was his fault, but it's okay. I just thought you deserved to know the truth, because I love you."

He sniffles a little. "And that's what you were remembering today when those assholes cornered you?"

I nod slowly. "Yeah. It was almost exactly the same. The names they called me were the same, and they hated me the same way. It was so similar in every way except one. And that one way was you."

He looks up at me, surprised. "Me?" he repeats.

"Yes," I say softly. "I didn't have you last time. I didn't have anyone to protect me, or anyone who cared about me. I almost had a panic attack in the parking lot today, but then I saw you, and the rest of the New Directions, and I realized how different it was, because now I had people who would protect me. It was so much easier to calm down when I knew you were there, because I knew then that I was safe. You mean so much to me, Blaine, and you make me feel safe and happy and cared for. And you'd better never forget that. I love you."

He smiles a little, closing his eyes as I wipe away the wet trails on his cheeks. "I love you too, Sebastian. And I'll always be here for you," he says his voice full of tears. "I'd never hurt you, and I'll do my best to keep you safe."

He nuzzles into my chest, and I gently run my fingers through his unruly hair. "I know that, Blaine," I say softly. "Which is why, once I'm healed, I…I want you to take my virginity."

He looks up at me quickly, as if to see if I'm joking. "You…you w-what?"

I smile at his stricken expression. "I'm starting my whole life over, and all of the terrible things my father did are behind me now. What's in front of me is you, and I want you to be my real first time," I explain, stroking his cheek gently.

He smiles a little. "Really?" he asks. "I mean, after everything he did, you trust me to do this?"

I laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you Blaine, and I know you'd never hurt me. Of course I trust you."

Tears flow from his eyes again, but for an entirely new reason. He moves to wrap his arms around me, but stops. "I wish I could hug you right now!" he laments.

I laugh. "How about I hug you?"

He nods, grinning, and I hug him tightly. When he pulls away again, his face is red and puffy. "I'm sorry," he says, "I got distracted. How's your back?"

I smile at him. "Not so bad now." I carefully reach up to the counter to grab a washcloth, dipping it in the cool water. "I think maybe you could use this," I giggle, running it gently over his hot face.

He laughs too. "Yeah, probably." He pours the cool water over my back again as I think that, even red-eyed and puffy, he's still the most beautiful person I've ever seen. We sit quietly for a while longer, just enjoying being with each other.

Eventually, Julie comes back to check on us. "How are you doing, boys?" she asks.

"Good," we reply together, grinning.

She watches us suspiciously for a moment before shrugging. "How's the back, Sebastian?"

I smile at her. "A lot better. Thank you."

She smiles back. "Ready to finish up?" I nod as she gets to work. She removes the towel carefully, patting my back down with a dry one before applying the antibiotic cream. "You've got two options," she says to me. "I can try to wrap it like I did your arms so that you can wear a shirt, or you can just forget the shirt and let it air out tonight. What do you want to do?"

I think about this. "I vote no shirt," I tell her.

"So do I!" Blaine says, raising his hand. I giggle as she smacks him lightly on the arm.

"Alright, no shirt it is. I'm still going to numb it a little, just in case something accidentally rubs against it." I nod, feeling a slight tingle in my back as my skin goes numb. "Okay," she says as she finishes, "How do you feel now?"

"So much better," I sigh in relief.

She smiles. "You look a lot better too," she says, kissing my cheek gently. "I'll take another look at them before you go to bed tonight to make sure they're not infected, but I think you'll be fine. Now I hope you boys are hungry, because I've been cooking up a storm out there."

She leads us from the bathroom, and the smell of food hits me. Blaine gasps, and I raise an eyebrow at him. "HAMBURGERS!" he yells, running into the kitchen. I giggle as Julie and I follow after him. When we reach the kitchen, he's bouncing up and down like a little boy. I laugh at his expression before moving to sit next to him.

"Wait!" he yells.

I freeze. "What?"

He turns the chair I was aiming for so that the back of the chair is on my side, where it won't irritate my injuries. "Okay, now you can sit."

I grin, leaning up to kiss him. "Thanks."

Julie brings the food over to the table before taking her seat across from us. "I got a call from your principal while I was cooking," she informs us. "The boys who came after you have been suspended for a month. I personally think they should get a more severe punishment, but it wasn't my decision."

I watch her face carefully for a moment. "What's wrong?" I ask.

She sighs. "I'm just worried about what will happen when they come back. They're not going to be happy that you got them suspended."

I smile at Blaine. "You don't have to worry," he informs her. "After it happened, we worked out a plan. We don't think they're stupid enough to try anything unless he's alone, so the rest of the New Directions agreed to make sure that some of them are around all the time. If he's never alone, they can never do anything, and eventually they'll get bored and move on to someone else."

She nods thoughtfully. "That might work," she agrees. "Just be careful." I nod as she continues. "I think maybe you boys should stay home tomorrow. Not because I think someone will try something, but I think you could use the chance to let yourself heal. As I understand it, shirtlessness is generally frowned upon in school."

She grins as I laugh. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." We finish dinner, and I follow Blaine upstairs to get changed.

He has to help me, because my hands are pretty useless for anything that involves fine motor skills. He unbuttons my jeans, then turns around to give me privacy to do the rest. I change quickly before walking up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Hey there," I murmur.

He turns to kiss me. "Hey yourself."

"Blaine," I ask, "Did you ever tell your mom what happened to me?"

He shakes his head. "No. I figured you would tell her when you were ready."

I nod, considering this. "I think I want to tell her."

"Your choice," he shrugs. After Blaine gets changed, he helps me onto the bed, where I have to lie on my stomach. He calls down the stairs for his mom, who comes up to check my injuries.

She gently checks me over. "I think you'll be just fine," she says. "I'll check them again in the morning, but they look good." She hands me two pills to help with the pain and a glass of water. When I'm done, she turns to leave.

"Uh, Julie?" I ask hesitantly.

"Hmm?" she says, turning back.

"Can I…talk to you about something?"

She nods, coming to sit on the side of the bed. "Sure, Sebastian. Is everything okay?"

I nod, leaning up on one elbow so I can look at her. "Yeah. It's just that…I realized that you never knew what happened to me before I came here."

She smiles a little sadly. "That's true, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"But I do want to," I assure her.

She nods. "Okay then. I'm listening."

"Well, my father…he'd been abusing me for a long time. Since I was a kid. But, the last day I saw him, it was really bad. He'd just found out that I was gay, and he got really angry. At first he started out just hitting me, but then…he…he raped me." Her eyes go wide, and her face is drawn with concern. "Anyway," I continue, "I blacked out at some point, and Blaine found me. He saved my life."

She sighs heavily. "That's horrible," she murmurs. "I'm sorry that your father did those things to you, Sebastian, but I'm so glad that Blaine found you. And I hope you know that we would never do those things to you."

I nod, smiling at her. "I know. I just thought you should know, considering all you've done for me."

She smiles back a little. "Well, it certainly explains some things." I chuckle a little. "Thank you for telling me." She pauses. "Hey, Sebastian?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been meaning to ask you…My husband and I have talked about it, and we'd like to apply to be your legal guardians. That is, if you want."

I consider it. "Is that like adopting me?" I ask.

"Not really," she explains. "You're almost eighteen, so adopting you wouldn't make much sense now. But it would give us the same rights as your parents would have. We could sign important stuff for you, and put you on our insurance plans and help you with college and stuff like that. It basically just gives us the right to take care of you. As of right now, if your father wanted you back, he could get you," she says quietly. "I never want you to have to go through that again. If we were your legal guardians, he would no longer have the right to take you back."

The thought of my father trying to take me back scares me, but I'm still not sure. "Your husband hasn't even met me yet," I say softly.

She smiles. "No, that's true, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know about you. I talk to him almost every day, and he knows that you've made both Blaine and me very happy. In fact, he's coming home from his business trip to China next week, and he's really excited to meet you. He knows that you've had a hard time, and he wants you to be a permanent part of this family as much as I do."

"And, he knows that I'm gay?" I ask.

She nods. "He knows everything that I know, except what you told me just now. I hope you don't mind."

I shake my head. "No, that's okay."

I think for a moment about what she's saying. A permanent part of the family. I could get to stay here forever and not have to be afraid of losing them. "I…I'd like that," I tell her.

She smiles brightly. "Great," she replies. "We'll get started on the papers right away." She kisses my cheek gently. "Goodnight, Sebastian. Get some rest. I'll come to check on you in the morning." She kisses Blaine's cheek too. "You too. Just because you're not going to school doesn't mean you can be up all night."

"Yes mom," he replies. She waves and exits, and I can't wipe the grin off my face. "What's with you?" Blaine asks, amused.

"She wants me to be a part of your family."

To my surprise, Blaine shakes his head. "No," he says firmly.

"What?" I ask, a little hurt. Does Blaine not want me here after all?

Seeing my concern, he smiles. "She wants you to be a part of our family. You belong here just as much as I do."

I pull him down to kiss him. "Thanks."

He tells me to get comfortable while he goes to brush his teeth. I squirm around a little, trying to get comfortable, before huffing. "What's wrong?" Blaine asks, returning from the bathrom.

"I hate sleeping on my stomach," I pout.

"Why?"

"I don't know! I just always sleep on my back."

He thinks for a moment before grinning. He carefully lifts up my torso, against my weak objections, and climbs into bed to occupy the space I was just in. When he puts me down again, my top half is sprawled across him, my head resting on his chest. "Is this any better?" he asks innocently.

"Oh yeah," I grin, "This is better." I wrap an arm around his waist, snuggling closer. He tries to put his arms around me, but stops. Eventually, I feel one of his arms along mine, still wrapped around his waist, and the other is on a part of me just slightly below my back. I look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Blaine?"

Yeah," he murmurs sleepily.

"Why is your arm across my ass?"

He grins again, a spark in his eye. "Because it was the closest I could get to where I normally put that arm. Why, do you not like it?" he teases.

I laugh. "No, I like it. I was just wondering why you were getting touchy-feely with me tonight." I lean up to kiss him. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he murmurs back. I feel him affectionately squeeze my ass, hearing him giggle. "Love you."

I roll my eyes. "Love you too…you weirdo."

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