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{pete pov}

Patrick tasted like honey. He tasted like autumn, and candles, and soft music. He tasted like sunsets. Like long drives along roads with colourful pretty lights. He tasted like home.

{patrick pov}

pete tasted like coffee. Like laughter and bonfires and parties. He tasted like concerts and adventures, yet also like movie nights and netflix marathons. He tasted like home.

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