“God damn it.”
Vasquez raises his head up, shaking off the grip of sleep that had begun to settle over him. He furrows his brows, wrapping his arms a little tighter around the smaller man he was spooning up against.
“What is it?” He asks, brows furrowing to match Rhys’, though Rhys looks decidedly less confused and more bewildered, annoyed, as he looks back up at Vasquez and says:
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
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