[ Matt's lost track of the hours by the time his bed procures a strong scent of sweat and sex, breaths heavy with exhaustion as their bodies slump onto the mattress. As Jessica curves herself against him, he almost doesn't capture the significance of it, the oddity, as he wraps an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer against himself.
The memory of her shouting insults and swears his way seems so distant now.
His chest rises and falls, shifting into a steady pattern as fingers brush through the damp strands at her neck, combing the hair with idle strokes. When he turns his face, his nose traces along the soft skin of her forehead and he sighs there, unable to resist the languid smile that curves on his lips. ]
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The memory of her shouting insults and swears his way seems so distant now.
His chest rises and falls, shifting into a steady pattern as fingers brush through the damp strands at her neck, combing the hair with idle strokes. When he turns his face, his nose traces along the soft skin of her forehead and he sighs there, unable to resist the languid smile that curves on his lips. ]