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The blanket beneath was soft. The sky above was clear.
Troy traced a finger down Harris' chest. "I love your scar."
He leaned forward, tongue chasing his touch. Under him, Harris shook.
"It reminds me that a broken heart is temporary. Not forever. That it can be fixed."
"You really believe that?” Harris' palm cupped Troy's cheek.
Troy rose over him, holding his gaze. “I do now.” He kissed his mouth, his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, his shoulder...
He kissed Harris's sternum, right above his beating heart.
"Made better. Stronger."
Harris' voice was raw. "Now who's sappy?"