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Breyson, Is His Name Ch.3

By Haley_Elizabeth, wallingford, VT

I was awake for a long time just pretending to sleep so I didn't have to get up. Why should I? I was in the best place I could ever possibly be in; Breyson's arms.

Eventually, Breyson found out I was awake. It may have been because when he tried getting up, I tightened my arms around his neck, not letting him leave me.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, trying to free himself.

"No," I whinned, my eyes still closed.

"Wanna come with me?"


"I was just gonna go for a walk on the beach."

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