juliastylespettyfer
His arms were wrapped around me, keeping me warm. Under the stars, there we lay looking up into the night sky. We lay there, counting each and every little bright spot we saw. "And one hundred." He murmured into my hair as he pointed up to the star on the right. There we were, basking in each other's company. It was pure bliss.
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layarmswrappedkeepingwarmstarslookingnightskycountingbrightspothundredmurmuredhairpointed