Phoebe
Cuddling was truly an overrated pasttime she thought, savoring the moment as she melted against his chest. And though her heart might've once raced with anticipation, eager to move to whatever would happen next, she found herself at ease and content. That was truly the biggest difference between Harper and Jata and Emmett. He knew her, she didn't have to put on airs - she was comfortable.
At length she tilted her head up so she could see him. "Do you plan on moving in here?" she asked curiously. She didn't see a reason why not but...he did have a habit of over complicating even the smallest of things. But when she was so comfortable cuddled up like this, his fingers drawing random patterns and tickling her skin, she didn't want to imagine him not stay through the night.
At length she tilted her head up so she could see him. "Do you plan on moving in here?" she asked curiously. She didn't see a reason why not but...he did have a habit of over complicating even the smallest of things. But when she was so comfortable cuddled up like this, his fingers drawing random patterns and tickling her skin, she didn't want to imagine him not stay through the night.
I can see your sad story eyes,
So how do you have no words to say
So how do you have no words to say
