takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, memory foam giving way beneath him while his fingers tap idly against the bare skin of his leg. it happened once, then twice and now too many times for him to keep track. both swore it was casual, but these late nights tangled up in each other are beginning to blur the definition. rolls his neck once, hands bracing against his knees like he's about to stand. ‘ i have to cancel tomorrow, by the way. ’ doesn't care to look back at the girl in his bed, instead reaching for the water bottle on his nightstand. ‘ i have a date. ’
@endsofaugust ... ♡








