I dust the flour out of Damian's hair with a laugh. He closes his eyes and smiles. I wipe the flour off his face while he leans his hands on either side of my waist. "How did you manage to get flour all over?" I chuckle. "I dont even know!" He says in mock exasperation. "Cookies are hard to make." He pouts.
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“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home."