𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

drawer - e.d

i should make this a drinking game: take a shot every time you read the word "drawer"... y'all would be dead🤠💀

301 words
FIRST PERSON

i pull up to ethan's house and see a note on the door, "door's open :)" i smile and take the note down, walking in.

"e? where are y-" i was cut off by tripping a little over one of ethan's dresser drawers just sitting on the floor. i picked it up and looked around, seeing if grayson was working on something again. ethan walks out and i walk toward him.

"hi. what's this?" i peck his lips.

"well, i was thinking you could have a drawer of your clothes here. but only if you want... you don't have to i-" i cut him off by kissing him softly.

"i love it." i blush, excited that he's okay with taking a step forward in our relationship. he smiles, grabbing the drawer out of my hands and taking one of my hands in his. he pulls me into his room and i kick the door closed.

he sits on the floor, next to a small pile of clothes of mine that have somehow ended up here. i sit in his lap, he wraps his arms around me as i start putting the clothes in the drawer. we start talking about random shit and he plants kisses on my neck and shoulder from time to time.

i finish stuffing the drawer after a few minutes so i turn around, still in ethan's lap, and play with his hair.

"thank you." i say just above a whisper.

"for what? the drawer?" he pecked my nose and held my waist.

"yes, and for not being scared of taking our relationship forward. it's really sweet..." i mumbled the last part and he grinned.

"always a pleasure, babygirl." he said as i grinned back.

i gently pulled his face closer to mine and our lips softly collided in the most caring way ever.

𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬