3″I am staring into the screen of my laptop, sleep tugging at the edges of my consciousness, when a slim figure slips quietly through my open window. I tense, my hand subtly sliding to my pocket, when a familiar scent hits my nose. I relax a little as I close the laptop shut, my senses ensnared by your familiar perfume. I lean back in my chair, hands resting casually on my lap what are you doing here at this time of night? i ask easily, glancing at the clock. 1:34 am. I look at you
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