What if I end up really liking you?
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Alaric adjusted his sweatpants and then carefully lifted Raven's limp body into his arms, feeling the weight of his partner's relaxed form against him.
He carried Raven into his bedroom, moving with a tenderness that belied the intensity of their earlier moments. Once inside, he gently laid Raven down on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate to avoid causing any discomfort.
He then took a moment to clean the remnants of their passion from Raven's stomach and chest using a tissue, his touch light and careful. Afterward, he covered Raven with the bedspread, ensuring it was tucked in comfortably up to his chin.