"It's only ten o-" And my words are interrupted by a sleepy yawn. I giggle and stop by the door, tilting my head to rest against his chest.
"Carry me?"
It's a quick trip down the hall. I'm physically capable of making it. But I would like nothing more than to be in his arms already. I miss being in his arms so, so much.
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Date: 2008-05-05 11:23 pm (UTC)"Carry me?"
It's a quick trip down the hall. I'm physically capable of making it. But I would like nothing more than to be in his arms already. I miss being in his arms so, so much.