Hal.
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An angel.
Jesse was an angel. I raised a hand to his face, brushing his hair back so I could see his face. He was breathing softly, his lips parted a bit.
My angel.
Last night and this morning had been perfect. He had been pliant and warm underneath me, taking and pushing back when he needed more. He was just perfect.
Jesse was lying down, half of his face smushed into the pillow, the purple duvet covering his a*s. His his back, his legs, his beauty bathed by the sunlight coming in through the windows. I felt like I was holding my breath, I felt like I wasn't sure what I was holding my breath, like breathing would suddenly wake him up or sully his perfection.
I was startled out of my musings by a vibrating sound. I search around, quickly reaching for it so it doesn't wake Jes
