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The book of love is long and boring
Perhaps it would fall back to awkwardness later but for the moment Loren was soft and gentle with him, the kiss pressed to his lips making Sam genuinely smile with a rush of happiness in his chest; it felt like a promise that even after all that had happened, there would still be people in the world willing to be with him on his level, willing to desire him, to kiss and share the moment.
"Yes, let's." He agreed, raising his head to let water run over his neck and chest, closing his eyes as it flowed over his skin, spots where Loren had only just been holding. "You know..." Sam began to say as he reached for a bottle on the side of the bath, which he upended in his hand to pour out a kind of thick liquid soap and then handed to Loren, "...When I first heard your name over a year ago now...well. I never thought I'd be here with you now." With a laugh he began to wash himself, thinking over the odd series of events and coincidences that had led him to Loren.
"Yes, let's." He agreed, raising his head to let water run over his neck and chest, closing his eyes as it flowed over his skin, spots where Loren had only just been holding. "You know..." Sam began to say as he reached for a bottle on the side of the bath, which he upended in his hand to pour out a kind of thick liquid soap and then handed to Loren, "...When I first heard your name over a year ago now...well. I never thought I'd be here with you now." With a laugh he began to wash himself, thinking over the odd series of events and coincidences that had led him to Loren.
No one can lift the damn thing
