When Alistair woke up, he opened his eyes to find Snape right in front of him. His ring-bearing hand was still resting on the other man's waist, and he couldn't help the corners of his mouth curving upward.
Yesterday felt entirely like a dream. He glanced inadvertently toward Snape's lower waist, remembering the events of the previous night, and a rush of heat climbed up his face.
He forced himself to pull his thoughts back, carefully withdrawing his hand from Snape's waist, propping his head up with one arm, and tilting his head to look at the other's face.
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