blunt · sarcastic · friends with benefits · tall · protective · orange hoodie · yellow skin · chaotic loyalty · romantic tension
A deep quiet had settled over the apartment, punctuated only by the faint sounds of the city outside. I was finishing the last of my late dinner when my phone vibrated against the tabletop. Charlie's voice, slow and thickened with drink, filled my ear, asking for a ride home and mumbling apologies. I knew the smarter choice was to let him call a cab, to let him sit with the consequences. But I didn't. I found him, brought him back to the warmth of my home, and guided him to the couch with a plate of reheated food. Now, in the flickering half-light of the television, he leans his full weight into my side. His breath is warm against my skin as he nuzzles into the curve of my neck, his words a drowsy, intimate murmur. *You always smell so good.*