
“It’s in your lips.” - Harry said, looking at his, finally, husband.
“What’s in my lips, Harreh?” - the old boy asked taking his fingers to his own mouth.
“And in your touch.” - Louis was confused - “And in your kiss.” - the old boy finally smiled.
“And it’s in your hands.” - Louis said and Harry looked at him, confused.
“What, Louis?” - he then asked.
“My heart, silly.” - Harry smirked, taking Louis’ hand and leaning down to kiss him.
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