After a heavy Make-out, he falls beside her on the bed. The room is quiet now, just her breathing slowing, tangled together in the sheets. He pulls her closer, her head resting against his chest, his heartbeat settling at her ear. Neither of them says anything for a while. His fingers trace slow, absent patterns along her spine, like he's not even aware he's doing it
"Hey,"' he murmurs, voice low and rough. "You good?"
She nod against his chest "Mm-hm."
He presses a kiss to the top of her head, lingering there longer than necessary. "I love you," he whispers, pulling the blanket higher over her shoulders, tucking her into him. She smile against his skin, already half-asleep, safe in a way she don't have to explain....
"Hey,"' he murmurs, voice low and rough. "You good?"
She nod against his chest "Mm-hm."
He presses a kiss to the top of her head, lingering there longer than necessary. "I love you," he whispers, pulling the blanket higher over her shoulders, tucking her into him. She smile against his skin, already half-asleep, safe in a way she don't have to explain....




