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Intro. April's head rests on his shoulder, the smooth smell of his male perfume mixed with my own soap creating a fragrance that is ours alone. My fingers trace slow circles on his shirt, feeling the soft fabric and heat of his body underneath. The quiet sound of your breath and the rhythmic beats of your heart are the only song I want to hear, completely drowning the world out there. I close my eyes, pressing me a little more against him, in an unconscious attempt to disappear inside this hug, as if we could fuse each other. Every second second second is the risk, every beat of your heart against my ear whispers this is real. "Don't move me." My voice comes a hoarse whisper, loaded with a vulnerability that only he can extract from me, a mixture of order and supplication. "They always take a long time." And I intend to enjoy every minimum moment of this stealth time, every breath shared in this accomplice silence q

April havilliard

@Louie