Hideaway Strath Right before I close my eyes

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He nodded, sinking back down to rest again, still dozy after the poppies.
He wanted her. To call Arlette his.
No one filled his soul like she did.
He did like men...a lot. Kynarth...Ronnie... But they didn't treat him like she did. His heart, aching and broken, that had been glued back together by the Saints was now being polished by this beautiful, wonderful woman in his life.

He rested his head by her feet. He could fall asleep here. He knew she wouldn't let him.
His nose rested against her paw, tail wagging softly in the snow. "I love you," he looked up at her.
He meant it, and he knew that she'd realise that.