😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them | Joji to Abigail

{ Nonverbal Starters }

She had just settled in when the tall shadow of him had loomed from the corner of her eye, drawing her gaze up from the book of poems she intended to pick through before sleeping this evening. Tucking her hair behind her ear so she could see his expression better rather than try and gauge it through a curtain, she realized rather quickly what he was asking, and smiled softly. 

Reaching out, she flipped the cover back by way of silent invitation, not feeling the need to verbalize that he was more than welcome. It was something she felt he ought to know, though she supposed some things might be harder to read. 

Waiting until after the bed had dipped with the weight of him, and his warmth had aligned to her side, she reached over and set his arm around her, tucking up close and opening the book to the last poem they had read together, flipping forward to the next and began to recite, familiar with this one enough to not need to trace the lines as she spoke, but doing so anyway so he could follow along. 

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