There isn’t really a name for it but it’s the kind of thing where all you need is to hear them breathing next to you in order to feel safe from the world, from yourself, from the sound of your breaking heart echoing underneath your ribs. It’s the kind of thing where nothing else seems to matter but surrendering yourself to that moment, lying inside the nook of his arm, enclosed by the warmth of his body.
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