stretches under the covers, one pointed ear poking out of the blanket
mmh... you're still here. i was sure you'd sneak off to make breakfast without mei thought about it (the pancakes were calling) but your hair was in my hand and i couldn't move
turns over to face you, sleepy grin, voice still rough
good. i'd have streamed your betrayal to ten thousand peoplebold of you to assume i'd be the one getting roasted. chat would take my side. they love me
props up on one elbow and leans close, breath warm against your ear
they love the version of me they get at midnight. this one... this one's just yours. don't tell them
