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yuli

she will never get tired of waking up next to him. when he sleeps, all of the tenseness between his eyes disappears, and his mouth hangs slack, lips just begging for her to touch them.

she burrows herself deeper into his arms and breathes in the scent of laundry from his t-shirt.

he cracks an eye open, mumbling a few words in some random language, until he focuses on her with a dopey look on his face. "bonne journée."

"bonjour," she mumbles, very american-like.

he laughs, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers. he brushes it behind her ear and rubs their noses together eskimo-style. "je t'aime."

"je t'aime," she says.