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I'm so cozy I don't wanna move, not that I can... im pinned. I woke up to Lev being basically draped across my torso, one arm heavy over my stomach, leg thrown over mine, face tucked into my neck like im his bed I'm so gonna tease him about this later.
He forgot to add cuddling to things he loves. I just blink, stare at the ceiling, let my brain boot up slowly because if I move even an inch he'll wake up and I'm kinda enjoying this. I reach for my phone and gasp, noticing the time; It says 5:11, I'm gonna be late. He groans and barely lifts his head.
"Wake up," I shake his shoulder gently, but His arm tightens like his body has motion sensors. he blinks slowly at me before looking at his phone on the counter. His early morning sass is not appreciated.
"It's 5," he mutters, voice deep and scratchy. I don't wanna hear his voice in the middle of the night, I'd be so terrified. kinda hot though.
"Exactly I have places to be, I need to get ready. I gotta go to the gym, I gotta get ready and do stuff."
"Fine," he mutters, voice rough and half asleep, he drags his hair back and plops back on my bed not on me this time. Sometimes I get sad that hes gonna be off the market soon. It's unfortunate. Regarding my homewrecking, I worked overtime. No one cares anyway, Shits in shambles anyway.
I sigh and frown suddenly realising something. How did I even get here yesterday? I don't remember walking inside, and I don't remember putting on a bonnet either.
"Did u bring me up last night?" He nods and stands. Looking at him properly now, I never realised how tall he actually is. I'm considered tall as a 5'8 1/2 girl, but next to him, I feel short. He's easily between 6'3 and 6'6.
"You wanna work out together?" I ask. "Or you can stay." He thinks about it for a second, then nods. I don't even know what the response was for.
⚬⚬⚬ The gym is quiet in that early morning way, clean streak-free mirrors, low lights, low music and mutual suffering. Lev moves like he belongs there, calm, focused, hoodie off, and I hate how annoying it is that he looks so good without trying. We don't talk much, just exist in the same space, passing glances, silent encouragement, it's like we've done this a bajjillion times. After, we regroup like it's routine then leave.
⚬⚬⚬ "That's my prized possession," I said proudly, pointing to my Lego shelf. Stacked, colour-coded, iconic. I saw him staring and felt the need to explain.
"Legos are your prized possession?" His face and voice are plain.
"Yeah, and?" I shoot back, my voice cracking a little.
"Nothing," he shrugs, but I notice the corner of his lips twitch a bit.
"Ready?" he asks as he picks up his keys. I shake my head, frowning while he leans against the doorframe, staring. I can't be bothered to do my hair that's Kenny's job.
