(Only because the idiot boy made me write)
His skinny brown arm twitched softly, sprawled over her. The warmth felt good, skin against skin. It had been a long time. She turned her head slightly so the tip of his nose just touched her cheek. His lashes were so long, any woman would be jealous. She couldn't help but remember the advice she had read on some insipid website - never go out with a man who is your ideal weight. Ha! He sniffled and pulled her closer. She smiled, contented, and let the warmth of sleep pull her in.
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