( and she does believe she's imagined it, the lithe knock at her front door—hardly pronounced and light in it's confidence, echoing through her apartment like a question. but then it comes again, a little more precise, a little more there; it's a brief trail of thoughts that brings his features to mind, and it only encourages the warm smile that pulls to her lips all the more the moment door's opened.
it fades, if only slightly, as she takes in his state-clothes clung to his lean figure, raindrops dripping from the tip of his nose, stumbling across plush lips as if in begging to be kissed. ) Hey, Baby. ( a term of adoration and a name all in one, clicking her tongue and stepping forward to take his hand, all to tug him inside with her. )
You're going to catch a cold. Didn't you get the broadcast? ( she'd caught the end of it on her way out of the gym, but hadn't exactly considered that standing beneath that shower put her in the same position. )
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it fades, if only slightly, as she takes in his state-clothes clung to his lean figure, raindrops dripping from the tip of his nose, stumbling across plush lips as if in begging to be kissed. ) Hey, Baby. ( a term of adoration and a name all in one, clicking her tongue and stepping forward to take his hand, all to tug him inside with her. )
You're going to catch a cold. Didn't you get the broadcast? ( she'd caught the end of it on her way out of the gym, but hadn't exactly considered that standing beneath that shower put her in the same position. )