My Eye-Catching Boy

I waited until he fell asleep before allowing myself to succumb to slumber. His presence nestled in my embrace felt like a fragile trust I dared not disturb. In the initial moments, his body occasionally tensed, a subtle tremor betraying his restless sleep. Each twitch seemed to echo the unresolved worries that plagued his mind, a testament to the battles he fought even in the realm of dreams. Yet, as I gently stroked his hair and whispered reassurances into the silence of the night, a gradual calm enveloped him like a warm blanket. With each passing minute, the rhythm of his breath steadied, his form gradually relaxing into a deeper, more tranquil state. It was as though his body recognized the solace of my presence, finding refuge in the sanctuary of our shared intimacy. And so, as the night unfolded its velvet cloak over us, he surrendered to the serenity of sleep, mirroring my own peaceful repose until the gentle rays of dawn whispered their arrival.

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