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i have the most innate need to lay in a big soft bed with josh and just exist for a while — maybe forever. the fan would be going and his bare chest would be rising and falling with the pattern of his breathing. probably a soft snore here and there too. it would be the easiest thing in the world to turn my body towards his and feel his arm snake around my back to pull me in a little closer. i’d nuzzle my face close to where his neck and jawline meet to bask in his existence, to breathe him in. to let him be the little spoon and to be able to hear and feel his heart beat. the world would feel complete for as long as we laid there.

Day 11: Fluff

“Just because.”

That’s what the tag tied around the flowers says, hanging over the edge of the vase. It doesn’t fool me, of course — after years of living together, I’ve come to realise that nothing about Snow is ever just because.

“Simon?” I call, wondering what he’s up to. He’s off work today; he said he planned to spend the day in his underwear, playing video games. “Are you in?”

I open the door to our bedroom, thinking the bouquet will look loveliest on our windowsill, a sweet sight to wake to in the morning. (Though Snow is, as ever, the sweetest.)

He’s in here. Wearing a suit, or an attempt at one — it looks like he had a fierce fight with a double Windsor knot, and only just emerged victorious. I hold the flowers in one hand and my car keys in the other, mouth dropping open as he drops to one knee.

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