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How Much One Takes

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I remember humming a soft melody.

I remember murmuring out a gentle tune, my voice coated with a warm sleepiness. I had been on that chair, next to his bedside. I’d had a foot resting on the bedframe, because my right ankle had been turning stiff.

So I really don’t understand how I could’ve possibly ended up in this position.

His hand is under my shirt, arm wrapped tight around my waist. I can feel his fingertips pressing into the plane of my stomach, close to my belly button. His other hand is wrapped in an equally tight grip around the curves of my shoulders. His arm is so thick that it swallows up the entire view of my throat.

The sheets are coiled around my legs. My back is pressed against his chest, arched perfectly in a way that every inch of my skin is molded to his. I can feel the rhythm of his soft, even breathing against the line of my throat. I can even feel the tips of his dark locks, falling over his closed eyes and settling against the crook of my neck an
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