[Poggio]

The facade of erotic want was fading away but it was replaced with the cold feeling, that had been brought to the surface by the other so many times. It was the gut wrenching truth behind so many Saturday nights. His other hand reached out and tugged the center of Ambrosia's shirt "Then sleep with me." His lips curved into a smile." You did not leave me any blankets.". “Tch, weak.” He assumed the other would pull at away at the very sound of the words but he had gotten his warmth. Their limbs quickly became intertwined, and Galvin succumbed to sheepishly blinking at the phosphorescent stars and listening to the others chest. By the 20th star Galvin was lost in his own world of dreams.