“Are you scared of me?” *** His hand came up to rest against her jaw as he kissed her back. “Hm... I trust you.”
She laughed and raised a brow. “Am I?” *** He gave her a lingering kiss before pulling away slightly. “I should probably get dressed...”
A small smirk crawled up her face, but it was quickly replaced by a rare gentle expression. "Only if you're my boyfriend." * * * He raised an eyebrow. "...bagels?"
"Hm. Then I suppose I'm your girlfriend." * * * "What kind of monster do you think I am? Of course I have bagels."
"It'd be fairly awkward if I wasn't your girlfriend, wouldn't you agree?" * * * He kissed her shoulder before pulling away. "Do you mind looking away while I change?"
She sighed before pausing at a light grey, comfortable looking couch. "What about this one?" * * * He slipped out of bed and headed to the drawers, pulling on a pair of jeans quickly. "Do you need a shirt?"
"It's nice, right? Comfortable?" * * * He gave her a look. "I thought you said you weren't going to peek," he chided playfully, tossing her a white button-up shirt.
"Let's write it down, then, okay?" she said, catching his hand. * * * He smirked before turning away to give her privacy, looking through his drawers to grab a shirt.
He nodded, taking the pad of paper out to write the number. *** She stood up and quickly slipped on the shirt, trying her hair up as well before buttoning it.
He blinked. "My handwriting?" *** She smiled slightly, nearly finished. "Unlike you, I don't care if you look. Either way, I'm almost done."
"Yeah," she said, her voice soft. "Your hands are beautiful when you write. I don't know. I just really love it." * * * He sighed, cleaning his glasses on the hem of his shirt. "I'm not just going to look! That's impolite!"
