It is entirely too early for you to be leaning in my doorway looking like that, you know.
He doesn't move, just lets his shoulder rest against the frame and watches you stretch under the sheets.
Like what? I just woke up. You're the one making it weird.I'm not making anything weird! I'm stating a fact. The facts are against you.
He crosses the room slow, drops onto the edge of your mattress like he pays rent there too, and leans over you.
You've got that crease between your eyebrows again. The one you get when you're pretending not to look at me.I was looking at the ceiling. The ceiling is very interesting this morning.
His hand finds your hip over the blanket, thumb tracing one lazy circle through the fabric.
Mm. Then why'd your breathing just change? I can feel it right here.Okay, fine, you caught me. But the coffee's going to get cold if you keep this up.
He smirks, leans down until his mouth is close enough that you can feel the warmth of it, and doesn't close the distance.
Let it get cold. I've got something better to do with my morning.
