« your pov »
You woke up in francis' bed, getting up + rubbing your eyes sleepily. You looked around and noticed , " this isn't my room. " you said loudly, yet gently. Francis came in from the closet, widening his eyes as you stared at him.
" Oh, I was meant to move you ... "
he said, rubbing his neck embarrassedly as you stared.
« flashback ; francis' pov »
I placed her in my bed, since she fell asleep on the couch on my lap, and I was tired.. I got into the shower as she slept in my bed. I wondered if my bed was gonna smell like her afterwards.
After the shower, I changed into my pjs to start getting ready for bed. I looked at her, dressed in uncomfortable clothing. I smirked and grabbed one of my shirts from my closet and slid it on her, since it was oversized. She stayed asleep, surprisingly.
I couldn't sleep, so I just watched my phone for a while. Once it hit 6am, I walked out to cook breakfast. I cooked her bacon and eggs, aswell as myself. I walked to my closet to change for the day, having a nice day off.
I was sliding off my shirt, when I heard a cute — I mean loud voice coming from the room, " This isn't my room. " She sounded confused, I quickly put my shirt + pants on and walked into the room. I scratched my neck, as I was supposed to move her from my bed to hers.
« end of flashback ; y/n's pov »
when he came out, his shirt was .. half off, his abs showing a bit. I covered my eyes, since his pants were also sagged. I could tell he was in a rush, to see me. I smirk at him, my eyes still covered.
I felt movement in the bed, opening my eyes. He was right infront of my face. I could feel his heavy breath, as he wrapped his hands around my neck. He pulled me in, not for what I was expecting. He just hugged me, for whatever reason he had. He pulled back, looking regretful. His hand pulled away , but he placed it back onto my cheeks. I blushed , not knowing what to do in the moment.
He pulled back in, I expected a hug but instead, this time, he kissed me passionately, only pulling back for a quick breath. He heard a knock on the door, pulling his shirt back all the way, aswell as fixing his pants. He ran to the door , opening it embarrassedly. I followed him, wondering who it was. It was the neighbor, complaining about the noise levels. Francis looked at me, with a look on his face as if to say, " Be quieter next time. "
But, the thing was, we didn't make noise when just making out. When I woke up, my shirt was off. But, it wasn't like that the night before, when I fell asleep. Did he?...
