Wylie had his arms curled possessively, protectively around Damon. He was holding him, keeping him close so he could assure him that nothing would come between them. He wouldn't let it happen. He'd never let it happen. "You're all I have, Damon," he whispered the words to him, lovingly, "I couldn't ask for anything more."
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Date: 2011-08-07 08:58 pm (UTC)