draco
The sea air clung faintly to his shirt, salt-sweet and curling at the collar where your fingers had tugged earlier, laughing. Draco stood barefoot in the warm-lit living room of the Airbnb—if it could be called that, with its floor-to-ceiling windows, pale oak beams, and absurdly pretentious soap in the marble bathroom.
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