naturallyxcrazy.
luther bounces slightly on the edge of the bed as he sets his rolex back down on the nightstand. if she doesn’t want to go out, he’ll happily cancel their dinner reservations and change into something more comfortable. a night in for a change won’t hurt. “how could i be angry with you?” he pushes himself up off of the bed as she enters the bedroom, a small smile forming on his lips at her gentle touch. “if staying in is what you’d rather do tonight, then we’ll stay in. i don’t mind…as long as instead of take out, you allow me to make you dinner.”
she smiles softly, liking the warmth of his palms. her frail body sways and she nods. ❝ can i help ? maybe you can teach me how to be as good with knives as you are. ❞ she hops excitedly from foot to foot and proceeds to lead him to the kitchen. imogen boots herself up to sit on the counter and looks up at him. ( why’d he have to be so tall ? ) ❝ you’re pretty amazing you know that ? ❞
