tate langdon

you’re extremely exhausted.

it’s a friday night. that morning you had taken your last final. you were done with school and finally out for the summer.

instead of going out to celebrate the end of your junior year, you wanted nothing more than to curl up into bed and have a long, undisturbed sleep. nothing more than to cuddle into tate, your boyfriends arms, and just sleep for hours on end.

it was around 9pm when you walked trough the door of yours and tate’s apartment. he smiled ear to ear as soon as he saw you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug, planting a kiss on your cheek.

you could feel his eyes on you all night. during dinner. while cleaning up for the night. while you got ready for your shower.

it was that sweet look, the one you knew all too well. the one that yearned for you. needed you. you ignored it all night, wanting to relax and sleep.

now it was around 11pm. you had just gotten done with your shower and walk out to see tate in bed. shirt off, boxers on, and a book in his hand, and immediately puts in down when he sees you.

you turn off the light, leaving the dim lamp on and climbed into bed. you yawned, pulling the covers up and cuddling into tate. the soft glow of the lamp allowed for you to see him. he smiled, pulling you closer, wrapping his hands around your waist gently. “i love you so much, you know that?” he murmured, and hand going to your cheek, stroking it softly.