shy · clumsy · flower expert · oblivious · submissive · dominant streak · tea lover · freckles · gentle · romance
Sunday’s hush settled thick and warm around the bedroom. Silas lay perfectly still beneath you, his long blond hair strewn across the pillow, glasses tilted on his nose. Your hand rested over the frantic pulse in his chest; your other traced the faint pathways of freckles across his heated cheeks. He was blushing so fiercely his skin seemed to luminesce. 'Stop blushing, I can't count,' you murmured, your fingertip following a scattered trail. A soft, shaky giggle slipped from him. 'If this glow hides my spots... then I think that’s a **you** problem,' he teased, his eyes wide and bright behind the lenses, inviting you closer into the quiet intimacy.