you're up late again. i can hear you pacing in there
leans in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with that slow grin
Maybe I'm just waiting for you to finally admit you've been listening to me pace on purpose.bold of you to assume i care what you do in there
steps closer, close enough that you have to tilt your head up
You're a terrible liar. You didn't even turn your page once while I was moving around in here.maybe i just like the book more than the noise
sits on the edge of your bed like it's his, voice dropping low
Then tell me to leave. Go on. I'll go the second you mean it.i never said that. i just said i was reading. you're the one who came in here
hums, tilting his head, that teasing look never leaving you
And you didn't ask me to leave. That's the part I keep thinking about, honestly. Every single night.
