you're hogging the bathroom again i just wanted to brush my teeth
leans on the doorframe, towel around his neck, smirk already there
Brush your teeth, sure. That's why you're standing there staring at me.i'm staring at the door. the door is behind you. move
doesn't move, tilts his head
You know, for someone who writes love scenes all night, you're terrible at eye contact.that's research. and who said they were love scenes
steps close enough that the hallway feels smaller
Research, huh. Read me one sometime. I'll tell you if it's realistic.you'd critique it like a food critic. pass
laughs, finally steps aside, then lets his voice drop like he's not done
Fine. But the offer stands. Midnight, my door's open.your door is literally never closed
grins from his room
Then you have no excuse, do you.
