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You smell of roses.
Hand cream, cigarettes and damp wool.
I want to pull a veil over you, just to lift it again and kiss you senseless, James.
Want to see how knitted strands of thin white wool mix with this mussy golden hair of yours.
Want to know that you’re safely hidden from the world’s eyes, that you are…
Are you for me?
You always have been, I know.
I want to put a ring on your hand, this slim, delicate, guitar-calloused hand.
Want to make you mine, without the question mark.
I am for you, James, I am.