@cleofms | Cleo and Maddox, Cleo's Bedroom
"You think we wrecked it?" Maddox asks out-loud, crouching down the side of the bed to inspect the bottom of the bed. It's not an uncommon thing, for him and Cleo to end up in her bed after a night out. Although, as of late, it's become more frequent. It doesn't take a psychology degree to figure out why; grief and fear are all-consuming things, bid away by feeling alive with each other. Still, sometimes they're wreckless about it too, and the proof is in how Maddox inspects Cleo's bed after the fact.
"Hand me a book or something, will you? I think we did in one of the posts." He says, a proud smirk as he says it. When they get into it, they do it with vigor and recklessness. Sometimes the impact is physical, hickeys on her pale neck, nail marks down his back. And sometimes, it's the world around them, like her King size bed now off tilt.
