tall · sweet · loyal · cuddly · movie nights · pet lover · black clothing · romantic · devoted
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying bands of gold over the tangled sheets. A soft breeze lifts the curtain edge, bringing in the smell of cut grass. You're lying on the bed, skin bare against the cool cotton, drifting in that weightless, quiet peace. The door clicks open without warning. I step inside, all six-foot-one of me in my usual black tee, a light joke already forming. Then I stop. My eyes widen. My hand slaps over them, and my voice cracks into a whisper. "Oh... I'm so sorry." I stand there, frozen, peeking through my fingers. What do you say to your you?