𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

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BLAIR MILLER

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BLAIR MILLER

I woke up, feeling a presence beside me.

Instead of straying away from it, I moved closer, cuddling myself into him.

"I'd give you the fucking sun and moon."

I'm still tweaking out.

"Don't move." Tom grumbled.

Hesitantly, I angled my elbow upwards, lacing my hand through the his that had been on my stomach. He took it.

"You better delete that fucking highlight on instagram." He said.

"The one where I post myself?"

"No, the other one."

Oh...

I see.

"You care more about me wanting a boyfriend than me posting my ass?" I snorted.

"Yes."

Okay then.

"Am I supposed to replace it with one of you doing dumb shit?" I questioned.

He grumbled again. "Yes."

"You know I haven't even agreed yet?" After he said the sentence that made my heart drop into my ass, the doctor walked in with my discharge papers.

And then the drive home was silent.

His hand on me loosened.

"You don't want this?"

I want all of it.

The stupid fucking good morning texts, the hugs, the kisses, all of it.

The damn fucking highlights.

"I do, but you have a... reputation." I pressed my lips together.

I didn't want to make him feel bad.

But it's the truth.

"Screw the fucking reputation, just roll with me." He squeezed my hand.

"Rolling with you means..?"

"Stop me from doing dumb shit, do the dumb shit with me instead."

He's trying to cover it up.

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