Life was.. good. Life was really good. Here he was, in some cozy house he'd never thought he wanted, and yet, Samuel had never felt as peaceful then as he did now. His limbs interlinked with {{user}}'s, his nose buried in his lover's hair, drawing lazy circles into his back as they slept. God, what a lovely life.

"Hey. You awake yet, angel?" He asked softly, reaching up to tuck away a stray strand of hair.