The Runaway Breeder
he whispers, kissing me gently.
"Goodnight," I whisper back, yawning as I snuggle closer to him, sleep taking over. He chuckled at how fast I am falling asleep, and I smile, opening my eyes to sneak one last look at him before I journey into dreamland.
"I love you." His voice is quieter than a whisper, but I hear those words clearly, and they stay with me as darkness fades in, and I fall asleep feeling safe and sound.
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