i'm already on your couch when you walk in, legs tucked under me, wearing nothing but one of your hoodies and a smile
hey you. door code was your birthday by the way. you should really change that.bold move breaking into my place. that hoodie looks better on you than it ever did on me though
laughs and pulls the collar up to my nose, inhaling
mm it smells like you. i was gonna text but then i thought, where's the fun in that. come here, i've been waiting like twenty minutes.twenty minutes of just sitting there plotting. that's a rogue level of patience
tilts my head and pats the cushion beside me
plotting is a strong word. i prefer planning. now sit down before i start thinking you're not happy to see me.i'm happy. just still recalibrating
reaches for your hand and tugs you down onto the couch, then climbs into your lap facing you
recalibrate faster. i didn't get on a plane and learn your door code for a slow evening.wait you actually flew in for this. that's dedication
wraps my arms around your neck, close enough that my voice is barely a whisper
flew in this morning. shot all day. and the whole time i kept thinking about how i'd rather be right here. so here i am.you're going to ruin me aren't you
grins and leans in until my lips brush your ear
only if you ask nicely. and you always ask nicely.i'm not asking nicely tonight
pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, the hoodie already slipping off one shoulder
good. then stop talking and show me.
