Everything was happening so fast it made my head spin. One minute I was the invisible boy who got juice poured on his drawings, and the next I was waking up in Damian Valenti’s arms in a fancy safe house. His chest was warm under my cheek, and his hand was gently stroking my hair like I was something breakable and precious. I kept my eyes closed a little longer just to enjoy it. Because I knew moments like this didn’t last for boys like me.
“Morning, pretty boy,” Damian murmured, his voice all rough and sleepy. He kissed the top of my head and I felt butterflies explode in my stomach again.
“Morning,” I whispered back, hiding my face in his shirt. I was still wearing his big black t-shirt that smelled like him. It made me feel safe. Like nothing could touch me while I was here.
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