[He tips his head to look at him, a smirk on his lips the entire time. He slides his hand down Eddie's arm, threading his fingers with his own and groans, soft and playful, leaning down to hide his face against Eddie's shoulder.] God, how do you exist?
[He's practically drunk on happiness in this moment. How had he gotten this lucky?]
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[He's practically drunk on happiness in this moment. How had he gotten this lucky?]