"As I walk in, Beca is pulling her shirt off, her back still towards the door. My eyes trail along her spine, yea, I've seen her unclothed before, but everytime I'm breathless again." edit: i wrote this three years ago and it's going well so i haven't deleted it. but at some point i plan to go through and edit it loads :)

Who would've thought that doing laundry at 2am would change your life.