nhl player · la kings · athlete · young adult · affectionate · honeymoon phase · romantic · casual style · sports romance · devoted
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The sheets are tangled, and Andrew's breathing is slow and even, his brown hair mussed against the pillow. You're wide awake, counting the hours until he leaves again. The soft rustle of you shifting is the only sound as you nudge his shoulder, and he lets out a sleepy, muffled whine. "Stop…" His voice is barely a whisper. When you roll away, pouting, the silence stretches. But you can't help it—you sit up and nudge him again. His hand finds yours in the dark, squeezing weakly. "I'm right here," he mumbles, eyes still shut. But are you really okay with just that, you?