They are friends, before anything else. And that is worth it.
He nods faintly, her whispered words warm against his lips, the curl of her fingers drawing him in. He knows how it is, how not caring eventually evolves into actual caring because it's too hard to avoid those feelings. He might even get a little too tied up in her, if he'd let himself. But he chooses not to. For her sake, and for what might happen down that road.
He closes the gap between their mouths, kissing her tenderly, almost chaste, though his hand slips from her cheek to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. When they break after a few indulgent moments, he touches his forehead to hers.
"Wanna go to bed?"
There's no smirk, no unnecessary sly insinuation. It's only a suggestion, something to do, together.
no subject
He nods faintly, her whispered words warm against his lips, the curl of her fingers drawing him in. He knows how it is, how not caring eventually evolves into actual caring because it's too hard to avoid those feelings. He might even get a little too tied up in her, if he'd let himself. But he chooses not to. For her sake, and for what might happen down that road.
He closes the gap between their mouths, kissing her tenderly, almost chaste, though his hand slips from her cheek to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. When they break after a few indulgent moments, he touches his forehead to hers.
"Wanna go to bed?"
There's no smirk, no unnecessary sly insinuation. It's only a suggestion, something to do, together.