“What does the perfect life look like for you?” Turning onto his back, he rested a hand behind his head and pulled Dylan on top of him. He loved Dylan’s warm weight pressing on his chest, grounding him into the mattress. Derek considered. He’d never been asked it before. “I guess … quiet. I don’t like a lot of drama. Tonight’s events notwithstanding. If I really think about it, I just want some space to breathe … like land maybe? A nice porch. Someplace cozy with just a shit ton of space for my books and my DVDs so they won’t have to live in bins under my bed. Space for Gus to run around when
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