LET’S GET INTIMATE / @webscoded
the door to his apartment is unlocked when he gets home. he has a brief moment of panic – he hasn’t had someone in his home in what feels like forever – before he remembers that there’s only one person who knows where he keeps the spare. that fact, combined with the fact that his door’s still on its hinges, no sign of having been kicked in?
beau relaxes before he steps through the door.
and nearly drops his fucking keys at the sight of dani. it’s not that she’s there that’s the surprise – she’d figured out where his spare key was pretty fast, and he hadn’t bothered to move it. it’s what she’s wearing. that’s his shirt and he knows it, and he’s pretty sure that the sweats hanging low on her hips are his, too.
“yo, uh, i feel like i missed somethin’ here,” he says slowly, snorting out an ugly laugh when she spins around in surprise. “you spill shit all over your clothes or somethin’?” god, he hopes there wasn’t anything embarrassing out in the open when she went digging for clothes to wear.
shut up, i just wanted to be comfy.
that earns another snort. “pretty sure most people are comfy in their own homes.” there’s no heat in that statement, though; it’s all fondness as he toes off his shoes and stumbles over to sprawl out on the couch. “yeah, quit lookin’ at me like that; this is my couch, you can lay on top of me if you’re gonna lay down anyway.”
