Those Lips

My POV

After I found that weed, I walked back to his closet, and put on one of his shirts. It barely covered my ass, but it looked cute. Then, I opened the window and sat on the roof. I could hear the screaming. I felt terrible. I just left the box open on the bad and looked at the night sky. He walked in and saw the box sitting there. Open. "Oh my god.."

"Omg. I'm so sorry. I just.. I don't know what I was thinking. That was really rude. Going through your stuff like that."

"No. It's fine. I just... I didn't really want you to find that." He said, and he rubbed his neck. "That weed is from forever ago." He continued. Reassuring me.

"I shouldn't have done this. I am so sorry."

"Really. It's fine."

I stood up, and walked in. I sat on his bed, put everything  back in the box, and handed it to him. He put it back in the top of his closet, and took off his shirt. "Is it okay if I get into pajama pants?"

"Yeah, that's fine. As long as you're comfortable."

"I am.. If you are."

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Okay" He stated as he unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off. I stared. Looking him up and down. Feeling the urge to kiss his. To make out with him. To lay next to him in his bed. He turned around, and saw me staring. So embarrassing. I thought, but he just looked flattered. His smile cute, and inappropriate. His abs looked like they were sculpted from a slab of Marble. His skin color lighted as my eyes trailed lower. He watched me stare in awe of his entire body. "Is it too much for you?" He joked.

I barely managed to stutter out "N-no. I-I'm fine." I was so embarrassed.

He chucked. "Do you mind if I just wear my boxers?"

I gulped, and looked unsure. He could tell.

"Never mind. Sorry. Too far."

"No. I understand. It's how you sleep. It's okay. I just... I donno..."

"No. It's fine. I'll wear these." He said. Holding up a pair of plaid pajama pants.

"Okay." I said with a smile, and he put  them on.

"Soo... How is this sleeping arrangement going to work?" He said as he rubbed his neck, again. He seems to do that when he is nervous. I'll keep that in mind. I though, loosing my train of thought for a second.

"Uh... I don no... How do you want it to work."

"Whatever you are comfortable with."

"Fine. How about we sleep in your bed. It's a queen. It can hold both of us."