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Harry’s body tensed up a little when he heard Draco, hoping he didn’t wake him, although his voice alone made him smile. Peeking over his shoulder at his mate, Harry nodded and smiled. “That sounds nice. Will I be lucky enough to shower with you?” He asked with a soft chuckle, turning only a little so he could bury his face against Draco’s neck.
Yet again, Harry had to smell that scent of his, it made his body tingle and his heart merely skip a beat. “You smell exquisite.” Harry then sighed under his breath.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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