He breathed deeply, his muscles relaxing and all the remaining anxiety leaving his body. Damiano murmured something in Italian and threw his arm over Jordan, hauling him close and stretching half on top of him in his customary position. Jordan smiled sleepily, feeling a rush of unbearable affection. For a man who didn’t cuddle Damiano sure had his favorite way of doing so. He was still smiling as he fell asleep, feeling perfectly content with the world.
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