ocean orbs scan over his features, sleep still sitting on them and his own can’t help but soften at the sight.
“ nobody is expecting me so .. ”
“ they don’t. ”
he pulls out just to grab her face. soft hands cup her cheeks gently, thumb graze over the silk skin to bring comfort. his gaze softened at her distress. is he a part of it ? after all he put her though, he can’t ⤸
𝒐𝒉 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 retweeted
getting himself quietly of bed, he heads 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓'𝒔 kitchen, pouring coffee in two porcelain cups.
getting himself quietly of bed, he heads 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓'𝒔 kitchen, pouring coffee in two porcelain cups.
𝒐𝒉 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 retweeted
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