Falling for Crowe is like falling into the softest pillow fort imaginable. You don’t even realize you had fallen in the first place, too absorbed in how soft and comfortable the landing was. Every gesture is warm, every touch and every shared gaze. He’s like a warm blanket enveloping you’re entire being, and you’re scared to give in, afraid that the warmth may someday be ripped away from you, and you’d be left in the cold again, yet that only makes you more desperate to bask in what you have now.
And Crowe, sweet, loving Crowe, is more than eager to give you the warmth you crave, that you deserve. He sees you shivering, the way you pause every time he remembers something about you, how you lean into his touches like a moth drawn to a flame, but unlike a flame, he won’t burn you. No, he merely wishes to provide you a safe place that’s etched with his name and carved out of his heart, no matter if it makes him bleed. And that’s just the thing.
Loving you is just as easy for Crowe as it is for you to fall for him.
