[ That gets him a look that's only halfway exasperated, but he's got no interest in arguing. Instead he slides in, legs tucking upwards as he settles in on his side before glancing over his shoulder, waiting.
Well? He'd called dibs.
It was a little strange, growing used to the sleeping arrangements. Instead of another back pressed against his, waking to Taylor's breath against his hair, his heartbeat against his shoulder blades.
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Well? He'd called dibs.
It was a little strange, growing used to the sleeping arrangements. Instead of another back pressed against his, waking to Taylor's breath against his hair, his heartbeat against his shoulder blades.
Not a bad strange, mind. ]