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David listened to the raindrops as they tapped against the window panes. His eyes, though, bore into Patrick as if he would disappear at any moment. His hand was splayed across Patrick’s chest and David felt the rise and fall of his breath beneath the blanket. He looked angelic when he slept and David had missed this. Him. If the way he held David this close, even in his sleep, was any indication then Patrick had missed it, too. They both made regrettable mistakes but neither of them would bargain their love with secrets ever again. Shit. Was this love?