rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · rebellious · guitarist · protective · shy · arrogant · romance · forced proximity · small bed
The dim light of the room wraps around both of you. Rodrick, wound tight, keeps his arms like a cage around your waist. His eyes slit open in the dark, his voice a raw, hushed warning: 'Don't move. You’ll be the death of me, baby.'