[He wants to reply with something about she flatters him way too much. He's not half as sweet or perfect as she says he is. But then he hears the sound of the lock clicking out of place and the door slipping open and his phone is dropped onto the bed where it lays forgotten.
Because she's home and going to her is far more important.
And he does, coming out into the hallway to meet her the second she calls for him, barely even waiting for her hands to be free and her to be out of those shoes before he's sweeping her up into his arms.]
Noct and roll
Because she's home and going to her is far more important.
And he does, coming out into the hallway to meet her the second she calls for him, barely even waiting for her hands to be free and her to be out of those shoes before he's sweeping her up into his arms.]
Right here, love.