ɪ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜ?

Send me a ▲ for my muse to wake up to yours climbing through their bedroom window.

    For the record, if she intruded any later, Lydia   probably and most likely would have smacked   her down with the nearest object her tiny hands   could reach. She exhales in relief. Thank god it   wasn’t some kind of monster or, if worst came to   worst: a robber. 

Send me a ▲ for my muse to wake up to yours climbing through their bedroom window.

Synonyms for “I love you”.

     By Kim’s ability to discern the makeup-covered eyebags     underneath her eyes, she assumes it’s because she (Kim)     had a knack for noticing the tiny things or because the cream     began to wear off. A soft yawn emits from her lips, a hand     covering. Coffee sounded more than amazing right now.

Synonyms for “I love you”.

     ❝ No, ❞ She says, and it’s a cue for her stomach   to rip out a growl – a loud one at that, too. Damn,   betrayed by the belly. She might’ve been willing   to skip lunch for this investigation. Lips press into   a thin line, green eyes averting to the wall in slight   embarrassment. 

"Did you eat enough today?"

"Are you still hungry?"

"How much sleep did you get last night?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Do you need me to spend the night?"

"My phone will be right by my pillow."

"Call me, please."

"Your smile is beautiful."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you."

"I've got your back."

"I appreciate what you do for me."

"Don't forget to buckle up."

"Put the phone away while you're driving."

"Call me when you get there."

"Did you eat enough today?"

"Are you still hungry?"

"How much sleep did you get last night?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Do you need me to spend the night?"

"My phone will be right by my pillow."

"Call me, please."

"Your smile is beautiful."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you."

"I've got your back."

"I appreciate what you do for me."

"Don't forget to buckle up."

"Put the phone away while you're driving."

"Call me when you get there."

Send me a “A-ah, should I come back later?” for my muse’s reaction to yours walking in on them in their underwear.

     Kira walking inside the room without her knowledge frightened her  more than the fact she was wearing nothing but underwear. The  sudden sound of her voice was enough to send shivers running up  her spine,  an extra large sweater hurriedly being slipped over her head.  Hands fumble blindly across her drawer, fingers hooking onto the nearest  article of clothing she can find.