the best part

[petrina]

There's a boy in my life, who pulls me in after the good part to hold me, and tolerates my breathing on his neck, and the crazy way my hair picks up in even the slightest breeze and tickles his face. And when I turn away (as I am wont to do) to find the cool spot and rearrange my limbs into that odd and utterly unhuggable position I enjoy sleeping in, he sleepily follows into the warm bit where I was before and puts his arm around me anyway, comfort be damned.

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