Bloody Painters pov
{f/n} has told me she was done changing and I could turn around. Of course I did but I wasn't ready for what I saw. There she was in nothing but underwear and my sweatshirt. She was blushing but I was blushing more since it was our first night together as friends. In my room. All alone. On a cold night. And she was shivering too.
"S-so, I-I'm gonna go brush my teeth."
"Ok {f/n}" she's really cute but I don't know if she's dating anyone. Or if she even likes me. Damn.
Your pov
He was blushing...it was cute tbh. I wonder if he's dating anyone. I don't even know if he likes me. Damn it!
So after I'm done getting ready for bed he's sketching something in some kinda book.
"What'cha drawing?"
"Oh um nothing. How about we go to bed?"
"Oh sure." Oh goodness it's cold! I get in the one bed and he just sits in a recliner. "What are you doing?"
"Going to sleep of course."
"Why aren't you in the bed?"
"The respect of privacy for you."
"Oh no I'm fine get in the bed it's freezing." I end up dragging him into the bed because he wants to respect my privacy. And he's blushing because I'm mostly naked but I'm blushing more caused I dragged him into the bed.
"Are you cold {f/n}?"
"N-no."
"I see." And with that he pulled me closer to him and I'm facing his chest. Oh my goodness he has some sweet 6 packs. "T-thank you." I'm still stuttering oh my goodness.
"My pleasure...um I have something to ask you."
"Go for it."
"A-are you...dating anyone?" Is he asking me out? I'm gonna make this interesting 😉.
"Are you dating anyone?"
"No." I straddle him.
"Neither am I."
Don't judge I'm bored
