I’m in a blissful state in the passenger seat, dangling my hand outside the window, enjoying the midday sunshine. I feel happy, and wonderfully sore. As if on cue, my left hand is grabbed and then entwined around Blake’s as he drives. He brings my hand to his lips, kissing my fingers. “Aren’t you charming?” I say, still absorbing the sunshine from the open window. He nibbles at my fingers as a rebuttal to my remark. “I just know I’d rather go back to our hotel room.” “Not home?” I ask, finding that a part of me misses Blake’s bed more than my own. His sheets smell of him, and when they’re matched with his embrace on a chilly fall evening, it’s the most perfect place amid the chaos of exams, assignments and— “—you mean home to where you brother lurks?” I smirk, finally turning to look at him. “He’s busy with Vanessa now, maybe it won’t be like that all the time.”
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