Minutiae

Yesterdays

She woke up to a light tapping on the front door. Hoping her parents or Chris would go and deal with whoever the idiot was at the door at stupid o'clock in the morning, she buried her face in her pillow, groaning when the knocking got slightly louder. Trudging downstairs, she was shocked when she was met with Lindsey's abashed face, his curls wet and plastered down on his face, hunched over in his black jacket.

"I lost my key and no-one answered the door at home," was his only explanation as she wrapped an arm around his waist and led him inside. They stood in the kitchen, Lindsey still dripping a few drops of water on the floor as Stevie held a large towel around him, handing him a cup of hot coffee. Rubbing his goose-bump covered arms, she rested a head against the back of the fridge. She was so damn tired...

"Did you, I, did you want to stay here tonight?" she eventually asked, as he placed the mug in the kitchen sink and pulled the towel more tightly around his body, still shivering slightly. "You could maybe sleep on the couch?"

"Won't your Mom be upset if she finds me here in the morning?"

"Oh. Yeah. Um, you could sleep on the floor in my room. We can sneak you out before Dad leaves for work?"

"I thought you said you hate getting up early."

She grinned, tweaking his ear. "I'll make an exception just this once."

"Because I'm special."

Rolling her eyes she took his hand in hers (it fit just right and she felt a strange flip flop in her stomach as he rubbed his thumb along her index finger) and led him up the stairs to her room, shutting the door firmly behind them.

He slept on a pile of blankets on the floor, using one of her pillows. His shirt and jeans had been shucked off as soon while she climbed into her own bed, and Stevie couldn't help peering over at her new bandmate and friend, watching the way his bare chest rose and fell as he slept (he didn't snore, thank god), dark hairs dusting his well-built body. A swimmer, she thought she remembered him telling her at band practice the other day. He really was very attractive. Sinfully so.

She dreamed that he'd slept in her bed instead of on the floor, his strong arms around her and her body cradled in his.