thaddeus wilson
“Okay, be honest...on a scale of one to ten...how was that?” Ren asks. The hotel room still has the Valentines decorations that Ren went all out to get - heart shaped balloons floating at the edge of the bed, rose petals scattered across the ground, scented candles that have burned out since Ren lit them long before Todd had even arrived. Most of the rose petals he scattered over the bed sheets were kicked off during their...er...fiasco. Ren picks up a missing pillow off the floor and rests it against the headboard before leaning back on it. A few petals have managed to wiggle between the pillow case. Ren pulls one free, tickles Todd’s chin with it, then discards the flower back onto the floor. “Is this the Valentines Day you thought it’d be?” He asks. “I don’t think we should leave bed at all tomorrow. I bet if I tip room service well enough, they’ll bring the cart right to the side of our bed,” Ren pulls his legs closer to his body under the thin sheet as he goes to lay on his side. Its the better way to look at Todd rather than catch his face out of the corner of his own eyes. “You’re doing okay...right?”
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