⠀ ⠀ 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂'𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀.

“well you eat them like a fuckin’ horse or something that eats a lot,” she’s sliding off her hoodie, crawling in next to her, curling straight against his side.

ten minutes later she’s letting herself into the apartment, bag of bagels dropped on the counter before she heads into the bedroom. “brought you more bagels, maybe them myself.”

kay, just gotta change out of my work clothes, i smell like the kitchen.

yeah?

mhmm, just sleepy.

yawning, long day.

⠀ ⠀ 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗶'𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲.

⠀ ⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒.

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i’ll always look out for you.

“i am, with you,” trevor makes her head dizzy, a gasp drifting up her throat, her hand tightening in his hair as she kisses him in just the same way.

it’s dangerous but she’s close enough to crawl into his lap, settling with ease, feet tucked under herself. mouth is a little more hungry against his, forehead pressing to his. “s’okay?”

she sighs against his mouth, a little worried it wouldn’t feel right but instantly there’s a spark up her spine, hand tangling in his hair and deepening the kiss, fingers tugging at the curls.

yeah, really do.

.. wait, really?

i fear even a tiny kiss would make me feral.

i …like whatever we’ve been doing.

i’m only kidding, goofy.

we haven’t even made out, yet.

i’d jump.