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he ignores it. he won’t talk if you don’t ask. he’s a bit embarrassed as it is, thinking back. it’s certainly not your first tumble in the sheets together, but was it enough to justify the things he said in the heat of the moment? past flings were never very receptive to the praise that leaves his lips when he gets attached, deeming it too much, too vulnerable, too soon.

he ruminates.

you’re so perfect. it’s like you were made for me. it rings in his head on repeat. he sets his jaw, quickly moving to pull out before the afterglow fades off and you regard him as a complete creep. what he doesn't expect is the burn of fingernails in his shoulder blades, or legs locked tightly around his hips. his breath hitches at the intensity of your gaze.

“stay,” you whisper. “inside.”