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aidan

everett is on top of him, kissing his sternum, with hands pressed against the pillow on both sides of aidan's head. he can feel every touch, every movement; hear every breath that everett takes.

"i love you," the blonde boy pulls away so their eyes are meeting, and they squint a little at the corners with happiness. "i love you, i love you, i love you, aidan porter."

"i love you, too, everett brecks," aidan murmurs, and kisses him again.