HE’S STILL IN HER BED, much to emori’s surprise. ( well --- sort of. it’s not like this is the first time this has happened. ) she stands in her bathroom, brushing her teeth in nothing more than john’s shirt, the cold bathroom tile pressing against her feet. emori can see him in the bathroom mirror, her attention often drifting to him, only to look away after a moment, to avoid being noticed. CAUGHT IN A CROSSROAD, she silently debates her next move. knowing she should kick him out, emori goes against her better judgment & wordlessly lets him stay. they’ve done this before --- slept together, then ended up spending the night in the other’s bed. it’s an odd sensation, one emori’s not sure she’ll ever understand. sleeping in the same bed as john typically ends in his arm firmly wrapped around her, her head resting against his shoulder. the night is filled with her squirms, attempting to find a comfortable position in foreign territory. ( tonight won’t be much different, she predicts. ) spitting the toothpaste out, she wipes her mouth with a towel, heels turning to face him. she leans against the doorway of her bathroom, arms crossed over her chest. ( she tries to ignore the way it tugs his shirt up further, leaving her barely covered. ) giving him a pointed look, eyebrows raised, she wordlessly dares him to break the silence that fills the room. // @ncncriminalway








