MissShortieBrown

The heat of fabric had become uncomfortable, sweat collecting in that small indention on your top lip, and even seeming to somehow gather beneath every individual strand of your hair. You'd waited longer than usual, and an old worry- along with a slight prick of embarrassment over the dependence you'd found yourself in- swept over. Twice you'd considered turning the tables and wriggling from under the thick blanket and instead searching for him, and the first time you'd silently debated your own mind, successfully talking yourself out of it. The second time, the pad of his heels against your carpet, inaudible to all but you, caused you to r