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Josh looked back down at Akira, seeing what he had written and feeling a little bad that he couldn't stay longer in bed with him. "We can stay a little more…but you must eat butterfly." Josh whispered, moving his hand across his boyfriends arm and towards his hip, keeping the blanket overtop of him to keep him warm, using his own body to do the same.
"Would you prefer we ate in here?" Josh then wondered, knowing that might make him feel a little better, especially if they were alone, without the risk of someone bumping into them and speaking Josh after a few days of being away from the castle.
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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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