[Cautiously, carefully, his touch firms. Fingers sweep over his arm, his shoulder, over his back as he steps in closer.]
Every day. Every single day . . .
[His fingers stroke lightly against the fine fabric of his shirt, smoothing it flat against his back, feeling the heat of Adrian's breath against his throat, near enough to be felt. Near enough he could gather him up, if he really wanted, but he doesn't dare, not just yet.]
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Every day. Every single day . . .
[His fingers stroke lightly against the fine fabric of his shirt, smoothing it flat against his back, feeling the heat of Adrian's breath against his throat, near enough to be felt. Near enough he could gather him up, if he really wanted, but he doesn't dare, not just yet.]
Stay with me. Just for a while.