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mind will not shut off until everything he
plans to do is done. It is a trait I both
admire and loathe. It gives me less of
him and more of a cold bed.
I move closer to kiss his cheek.
"Morning, babe." I run my fingers
through his hair. It's long enough to tug
on, but short enough not to be unruly. My
heart skips a beat at the dent in his left
cheek, and the way he hugs his pillow
slightly closer, the taut muscles on his
