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He was too young, too delicate, too fabulous and probably too everything for him, and is not like he is making it up in his mind. Ruby was more than aware of that facts, the age, the situation... the strong embrace, the naked body against him and the warmth.
The warmth is the best part, if he must confess.
It's different from Sapphire's -wild, active, reactive and assertive- or his mom's -kind, pure and affectionate-, and is completely different than the natural heat produced from the sexual encounter of two bodies. It's more complicated than that. Because he can feel it through his skin, crawling underneath and reaching his soul. It fills him and protects him.
However, he can also think, and think, and think... he can't stop.
Because is so perfect, almost too perfect. And so far, perfect hasn't last long in his life.
He turns around, facing the sleeping figure of the man whom he cannot imagine his life without. He is not a before nor an after: he is his now, his present. And for a moment he wish, he thinks that he likes it like that.
No past. No future.
Just him and Steven and whatever they have that can last the passing of time.
After all, "always" was too cliché and most of the time it could stop.