🛏️ - peyton
🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .
How had it come to this? Baz wasn’t sure exactly how or why he had ended up in Peyton’s bed at the end of the night. When he awoke from his slumber, he saw his ex laying next to him in bed. Thankfully, both of them were clothed. Otherwise that would have been a can of worms the djinn was not prepared to open again.
He remained silent for what could have been five, ten, maybe even twenty minutes, simply staring at the painfully beautiful man. Oh, how he found himself longing to be tangled in his embrace again. With a heavy sigh, he found himself giving in to his deepest temptation - affection. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Peyton and pulled him in close. He pressed his lips to the top of his shoulder, peppering a few kisses here and there. Baz truly prayed that the man had stayed asleep and couldn’t hear what he was about to confess. “I miss you,” he whispered, his voice shaking from the emotions he held onto. “You’ll forever be the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m so sorry that I fucked it all up. I’m so sorry, my sweet prince.”
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