Words: 1.429 words
Type: (Extreme) Fluff
Summary: (What's written on the request)
Warnings: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something, I proofread this while in Sociology class (still am).
You wake up with the front door of your home open and close, almost making you jump in bed for not expecting the loud noise. You rub your eyes before looking around in the room and you notice that's it's been an hour and a half (once your eyes landed on the alarm clock) since Rafe woke you up just to tell you that he was going out for a run and then work out in the backyard.
Who even works out on a Sunday morning, anyway?
You pull the covers over your head, letting your head sink into the fluffy feathered pillow.
The door of the bedroom opens slowly, and you decide not to move a muscle.
Rafe walks in the bedroom, sweaty t-shirt on his hand, only wearing his black basketball shorts and shoes. Once he closes the door, Rafe looks over at you and walks over to the bed.
As he leans on the side of it, you peak from the covers to look at him. He stands there, with his messy hair and with his chest glistening from the sweat and with the light that is coming through the curtains.
You outstretch your hand out of your warm blanket in his direction, and Rafe takes it, pulling him down onto the bed and smiling under the covers once noticing the way he looks at you.
You pull the covers away from your face after letting his hand fall from yours while you pull your bed head hair back and try to look more presentable. You hold your hands up and cup Rafe's face, which was slightly sticky due to the sweat.
Not caring, you pull him down and peck his lips once for a few seconds.
Once Rafe pulls away slightly, you groan and let go of his face as he places his warm hand on top of your exposed leg.
"I need a shower," Rafe says, making you fake pout while looking at him.
"But I need you to cuddle with me," you tell him with a fake whining tone.
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