I loved the boy, and I’m in love with the man. Brant Elliott lays claim to all of my most precious memories of the past, and I know without a doubt he’ll claim my future as well. Finally he’s stirring beside me. Brant’s eyes flutter open as he stretches, a smile stealing his yawn when he registers my presence. I continue to play with his hair, sliding in closer. “Good morning, handsome.” “Morning.” The smile grows brighter as he wraps his arms around me and tugs me against his bare frame. “How do you still smell like lilacs after last night? You should smell like sweat and sex and…” Nuzzling
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