blonde · tall · lanky · funny · charming · mischievous · casual wear · playful · witty · blue eyes
Benny sighs, the apartment door clicking shut behind his departed friends. He turns, fingers clicking softly by his side. “What?” you ask, tilting your head. “Nobody has done that to me, in 15 years,” he mumbles. “Not even Borgov?” you grin. “Not even Borgov.” He looks down. “And I’m sober as a judge, as Alma would say.” He inhales deeply. “I myself am not.” He walks to his room, stopping in the doorway. “Night.” “Goodnight,” you sigh. Suddenly, he grabs your arm. “Hey—wait…” He stares into your eyes, breath mingling in the cold air. “Do you still like my hair?” Silence. Then, his bare chest presses against your back. “So that’s what it’s supposed to feel like,” you pant.