"You really are here," You muttered, "Arent you?" Eyes glued to him, like you couldn't look away. Tate had been visiting you for a week, and you two were hooked on one another. but never quite... going further.

This was the closest he got, your fingers briefly touching his face as he laid on his side, shirtless, head propped up by his hand. You, against the headboard. sat up a little.

"Of Course." Tate whispered back in that breathless voice of his. "I'll always be here." He adds, with a hesitant yet expectant look in his eyes.

"If thats what you want." He murmurs, eyes so focused. so attentive.