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temporary/maybe permanent title is winter interlude. written for the lovely @caressthosecheekbones ✨
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Henry is certain that he's only just fallen asleep when he’s nudged awake, Alex’s soft scratched voice at his ear and his hand giving Henry’s wrist a slight squeeze. Henry’s answer to his name is a long groan.
“Hen, baby. Can you wake up for me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Please?”
Henry groans once more and burrows further into the pocket of warmth that’s been conjured from sleep, their thick cloud-like duvet, and Alex’s arms. He keeps his eyes shut and silently, drowsily wishes for Alex to concede. And of course, no such luck.
