[He totally wouldn't mind if you came back without that shower, besides, he loves all the ways you smell. Except for that one time when you both got covered in rain-mud.
He doesn't reply because it feels oddly like being 18 again and falling asleep in his safehouse and waking up to find a text saying that you're coming over. Back then, yes, he needed to, because it was all new and uncertain.
Nowadays, it feels wonderful and normal, but the butterflies never quite stop their fluttering in his stomach. So he's still on the bed, lying on his stomach at the foot of it with his eyes on the door.]
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He doesn't reply because it feels oddly like being 18 again and falling asleep in his safehouse and waking up to find a text saying that you're coming over. Back then, yes, he needed to, because it was all new and uncertain.
Nowadays, it feels wonderful and normal, but the butterflies never quite stop their fluttering in his stomach. So he's still on the bed, lying on his stomach at the foot of it with his eyes on the door.]