[She should be more bothered that it takes him so long to wake up, when she's lying on top of him, but Bellamy - she has found - is a very peculiar guy. Beneath the veneer of bravado and smug asshole, he is strange and sweet, and he likes to touch her even when there's no intent to it.
Unfortunately for him, whenever he touches her back now, there's intent coming from her side.
The mornings are to blame. The whole waking up together, the raspy, sleep-worn voices, the warmth of bodies pressed close together all night, and the lack of schedule all make for a dangerous mix. If danger is the name of the game, at least.]
I'll buy them flowers. [She shifts, pushes herself up a little, and whispers,] Stop talking about the dogs for a bit. [Then, she kisses him.]
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Unfortunately for him, whenever he touches her back now, there's intent coming from her side.
The mornings are to blame. The whole waking up together, the raspy, sleep-worn voices, the warmth of bodies pressed close together all night, and the lack of schedule all make for a dangerous mix. If danger is the name of the game, at least.]
I'll buy them flowers. [She shifts, pushes herself up a little, and whispers,] Stop talking about the dogs for a bit. [Then, she kisses him.]