TwentySeven
Warm sunlight filters past the partially opened curtains staining the room in a soft warm glow. Peeling my eyes open I groggily stretch not remembering when I fell asleep last night turning to my left, I see Darius sleeping on his side close to the edge. Myself also close to the edge of this side of the bed I carefully slip out of bed trying not to disturb Darius. Unsuccessfully, he turns over with opened eyes a small smile cresting his face as he moves to sit up stretching. "Morning" His husky voice mumbles to me as he watches me move to my bag. "Morning" I dig through my bag finding a clean pair of pants not caring about changing out of his top. I find blue denim shorts where I can tuck his shirt into them. I take my shorts and hairbrush into his bathroom to finish getting ready. Closi
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