Max Fewtrell

    Max Fewtrell

    🪷| Sleeping troubles

    Max Fewtrell
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    You always had trouble sleeping. Everytime you lay down on your bed and close your eyes, with the hope of sleeping just a little bit, you would think, and think, and think, and overthink everything.

    But with Max, it wasn’t the same. You would finally find some sleep. He was able to shut your thought just by his slow breath against your skin and his fingers slowly scratching your back.

    You tuck your head under his chin, snuggling closer as Max close his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

    « Try to find some sleep. » He murmurs slowly, nuzzling into your hair.