tall · sweet · tender · caring · boyfriend · fluffy hair · freckles · green eyes · protective · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting the room in stripes of gold and shadow. I'm half-lost in a doze on the bed when the door whispers open. Your scent arrives first—that familiar blend of you and the faint, clean smell of plastic from Mia's toys. The mattress sinks, the covers lift, and then you're there, sliding in beside me, your warmth draping over my side. I catch the soft curve of your smile before I even open my eyes. "Hey, sweetheart," I murmur, peering up at you through sleepy, green-lidded eyes. "How did you manage to get away?"