his arms locked around her, the smirk staying intact. all he could do is laugh at the attempt.

“oh?” he lets his arms fall to the sides, watching as she fell to the floor.

extends out a cool palm towards the girl on the floor. “let’s face it, you would’ve ended up there some way or another.”

and now he’s smiling like a fool, though he’d drop his arms to his side. “good choice. we don’t need to explain that to Charlie.”

huff. well, in that case, he can just leave. cue him heading towards her window.

one leg is out the window as we speak !

and just like that, he’s in front of her, a scowl clear on his features. that’s not even fair. he lifts his chin, clearly upset. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

he’s pissed but — he shuffles forward.

he huffs, falling into her arms. “no.”

his lower lip poked out to further his pout, leaning into her embrace. “you know I don’t appreciate you talking about him. his thoughts about you make me want to scream.”

he brows knit together, portraying slight annoyance at his girlfriend. “okay, fine. could you let my lip go?”

he tilted his head before hiding his features at the base of her neck, inhaling her scent. “I can’t read your thoughts. so I 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 know.”

he becomes still, a perfect statue. “and I don’t understand why.”

he chuckled, finally pulling away to gaze at her. “you’ve never allowed anyone to.”

a scoff. “you didn’t even know I existed.”

catches her, supporting her weight easily. careful.

sigh. maybe I should change you. at this rate you won’t live until you’re thirty.

it’s not a promise. he was just, thinking out loud. being like him is worse than being clumsy.

𝒐𝒉 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

oh please, I just like to hear you say it.