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“Honey,” Luke murmured against his husband’s hair, “can you let go? It’s already way past eight.”
Martin shook his head and pulled Luke into an even tighter embrace.
Luke sighed and tried to pull the duvet away from under Martin’s arm, but to no avail. “Martin, let go.”
“Five more minutes,” Martin slurred. He even tried to hook his ankle over Luke’s leg, but Luke already knew that trick and he quickly pulled away.
“I’ve given you, like, ten five more minutes,” Luke replied. “I’ll be late at this rate.”
“So?”
“It’s generally frowned upon.” Luke waited a moment, then sighed. “I really did not want to have to do this,” he said, then rolled over and out of Martin’s embrace.
Martin’s cry of betrayal was more heartbreaking than the death of Bambi’s mum.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Luke bent down and gave Martin a kiss on the forehead.
It was a testament to how displeased Martin was that he actually opened his eyes and looked up at Luke. This early in the day, it required real effort of him. “You played dirty.”
“Sorry.”
Martin sniffed and closed his eyes again. “Kiss,” he murmured.
Luke kissed him. “Go back to sleep, love.”
Martin already had.