I finished up the dished, drying my hands and threw away the paper towl. The house was quite as I walked to the room, I hummed softly and pushed open the door. I walked in, tugging my shirt off and throwing it over my shoulder onto the floor. Matt sat in our bed reading a book, The Girl Who Played with Fire. I could see that he was drawn into the book and would not put it down for anything till he got an explanation on a specific topic discussed in the book.
I smiled and took off my pants, threw in them aside and putting pajama pants on, I slowly made my way over to the bed. Getting on gingerly before Matt raised his elbow for me to crawl under and curl up into his chest, he smiled as played with the long strands of his hair.
Shirt but cute af, sorta like Jordon.
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Da Scene oneshots
RandomSmaller Da Scene oneshots,. mostly under 400 words, anything over 500 I make into its own book