( Ducking his head some at that, when he looks up, itโs through fallen strands of white in front of his face. )
I mean, to be fair, not like the bed was used.
( Chuckle there, he bumps his forehead to hers, telepathically keeping track of the time. Wouldnโt look too good to show up late to a thing he volunteered for after all. Thatโs when he looks down between them, hands still on her waist. )
And you are good. Pretty sure you know that though.
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I mean, to be fair, not like the bed was used.
( Chuckle there, he bumps his forehead to hers, telepathically keeping track of the time. Wouldnโt look too good to show up late to a thing he volunteered for after all. Thatโs when he looks down between them, hands still on her waist. )
And you are good. Pretty sure you know that though.