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Everything felt warm. The sun was streaming through the window, casting shadows and figures on Magnus skin. Alec was mesmerized. He couldn't believe his luck. How did he end up here, besides the man of his dreams?
"You're staring," Magnus mumbled, with his eyes still closed.
"And you have a sixth sense," Alec replied, voice hoarse, still tainted with sleep. He couldn't help the smile that stretched on his lips as he caressed Magnus's skin with his knuckles, a satisfied feeling setting on his chest at the shiver that ran through him at the sensation. At that, Magnus finally opened his eyes, unglamoured.
"Good morning, love," Magnus whispered, eyes staring at him lovingly.
"Good morning babe."