( an embarrassed flush crawls across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. he perches on the corner of her bed and quickly kicks off his shoes, not even bothering to untie them. his jeans are easy enough to finish shimmying off after that.
and then he's just--sitting next to her. on her bed. in his boxers. a little sheepish and a lot besotted. )
Not my smoothest move ever. ( he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. )
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and then he's just--sitting next to her. on her bed. in his boxers. a little sheepish and a lot besotted. )
Not my smoothest move ever. ( he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. )