Breyson, Is His Name Ch.3
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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